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Leadmill was funny, very funny. It all started off with a huge big takeaway curry thing that we all ordered, and we went to the supermarket to find as many worldly beers as possible. Not big worldly beers like Stella you see, but obscure lagers from dark corners in Egypt. I ended up drinking this lovely Indian beer that I dont know the name of. Music in the Leadmill was terrible man. Apart from they played Grandmaster Flash 'White Lines' just before the end, woot. One of people who came out with us, Mark, got his £250 gold chain robbed in the toilets. We didnt see him for ages, and didnt know until everyone piled out of the club a bit after 2am, he bounced out yelling something about 'getting his people to knock up dem raasclart'.. poor bastard- i mean he's well hard as well, you wouldnt mess with him, but three of them cornered him in a cubicle and nutted him =o(
Apart from that, I talked to someone for an hour about SCUNTHORPE and stepped in a very big puddle. Went breakdancing aswell yesterday, and hurt my knees.. hmmm. On the good side, I managed to get the six-step looking pretty fly-mo-fo.
Going home this weekend! Sunny Wolverhampton, here I come! (again)
a) no thoughts beyond picking up my washing in a coupla minutes..
Apart from that, I talked to someone for an hour about SCUNTHORPE and stepped in a very big puddle. Went breakdancing aswell yesterday, and hurt my knees.. hmmm. On the good side, I managed to get the six-step looking pretty fly-mo-fo.
Going home this weekend! Sunny Wolverhampton, here I come! (again)
a) no thoughts beyond picking up my washing in a coupla minutes..