Weekend nonsense
Friday night was one of the funniest nights ever. It was the Leebody's 18th, so naturally, after meeting for a few in the Roy, myself, Willy, Dave, Uan, Leebody and Jamebo jumped on the train with a carry out to get up the town. We got off the train at Charing Cross and made our way to the classic drinking spot of the stairs near Charing Cross to finish off the carry out.
So while the beer was being polished off, and cars driving past on the motorway slip road were being flipped off and the like, Willy and Uan decided it would be a good idea to have a race down the stairs on bread crates. You can probably see the results in your head, but sliding down stairs with loud shouts of aaahhhhh, and then "my crate's fucked, give me another one" meant that there was a good five minutes of sheer hilarity and stupidity. I have videos, photos etc on my phone, I shall upload once I can get my bluetooth dongle to work.
We then went to the Griffin for another few beers, and on the way in, decided to steal one of their hanging baskets. So with Willy on my shoulders, he unhooked the basket and dropped it on the floor. Dave and me had no idea where to go from there so into the pub we went, where Willy inexplicably decided to tell the barman - who we christened Manager - that a gang of neds had stolen the hanging basket,a nd that we were going to put it back for them. So out we went again, followed by Manager, who was actually pleading with us not to start trying to put it back up. So again with Willy on my shoulders, and then phsically hanging from the roof, we managed to get it back up. We popped back into the pub, and had free beer waiting, possibly from Uan, but maybe from the bar staff. We proceeded to wind up the staff, giving them all daft nick names - Sexy for the girl who was anything but sexy, and Macho for the smallest, puniest guy in existance, yes even more so than Dave. This amused a guy sitting at the bar with us randomly, who told us all to keep on rock n rollin. Some guy.
Kicked out of the Griffin at closing time, we started off towards any club we could get in free to, and on the way assaulted Leebody and gave him a birthday atomic wedgie. Boxers ripped properly and right over his head. Genius moment, again photographic evidence will be available shortly, hopefully. The boxers were then promptly discarded on a nearby parked car.
We then toddled off to Blanket where incredibly all six of us got in despite being pished. Some night.
Then we won the Old Firm on Saturday, and Natz returned from Turkey yesterday, to make it a pretty rckin weekend all round.
Laterz foolz
So while the beer was being polished off, and cars driving past on the motorway slip road were being flipped off and the like, Willy and Uan decided it would be a good idea to have a race down the stairs on bread crates. You can probably see the results in your head, but sliding down stairs with loud shouts of aaahhhhh, and then "my crate's fucked, give me another one" meant that there was a good five minutes of sheer hilarity and stupidity. I have videos, photos etc on my phone, I shall upload once I can get my bluetooth dongle to work.
We then went to the Griffin for another few beers, and on the way in, decided to steal one of their hanging baskets. So with Willy on my shoulders, he unhooked the basket and dropped it on the floor. Dave and me had no idea where to go from there so into the pub we went, where Willy inexplicably decided to tell the barman - who we christened Manager - that a gang of neds had stolen the hanging basket,a nd that we were going to put it back for them. So out we went again, followed by Manager, who was actually pleading with us not to start trying to put it back up. So again with Willy on my shoulders, and then phsically hanging from the roof, we managed to get it back up. We popped back into the pub, and had free beer waiting, possibly from Uan, but maybe from the bar staff. We proceeded to wind up the staff, giving them all daft nick names - Sexy for the girl who was anything but sexy, and Macho for the smallest, puniest guy in existance, yes even more so than Dave. This amused a guy sitting at the bar with us randomly, who told us all to keep on rock n rollin. Some guy.
Kicked out of the Griffin at closing time, we started off towards any club we could get in free to, and on the way assaulted Leebody and gave him a birthday atomic wedgie. Boxers ripped properly and right over his head. Genius moment, again photographic evidence will be available shortly, hopefully. The boxers were then promptly discarded on a nearby parked car.
We then toddled off to Blanket where incredibly all six of us got in despite being pished. Some night.
Then we won the Old Firm on Saturday, and Natz returned from Turkey yesterday, to make it a pretty rckin weekend all round.
Laterz foolz