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Lethal whisky chasers, an aesthetically pleasing ratio of 10 lads to 70 girls and gate-crashing scallies loaded up onto the back of a Paddy Wagon do a good night make. Indeedy it was pleasing to see three police cars and aformentioned scally remover arrive when said scallete (for it was anatomically a 'she') decided to start a fight with one of the girls in the foyer. Although, being slightly drunk and realising it was somebody i didnt know getting smacked round hte face, this elicited a mere 'oooh, that's interesting' before converstaion returned to more pressing matters, such as how achingly Indie the live band were (the Steeples?). They weren't too shabby if you like a side order of Libertines with your Kooks, and apparently the guitarist is playing in Sandi Thom's live band at Glastonbury(!). My sympathies, dude. Anyways, it was amusing that everybody independently ended up in the Queen of Hearts afterwards, especially so given we were all suited and frocked in a sea of sweaty yellow t-shirts. Dunno if it was because i was wearing a sharp suit or randomly shouting Caio Bella and making the 'Breaking My Balls' hand gesture, but some random dude asked if i was Italian. Yes... the world's only pasty, pale Italian. Fool. Everything was a bit of a blur after that, but i do remember taking a taxi to El Presidente Ed's - as opposed to Housemate Ed - place for drinkies and general tomfoolery. Got a few Facebook friend requests this morning from random peeps i dont remember chatting to, so despite the haze i guess i hadnt yet tipped over into the domain of Ultra Drunk Ste (where i giggle at the word 'willy' and play with other people's hands), which, for both parties, is always good. Then, after stealing Lex's place in the taxi home (sorry!) and waking up feeling like shit, group lunchables precipitated Hair of the Dog at the Orange Grove and my feeling of extreme nausea at this very moment. Never again am i going to do Whisky Chasers though. Imagine an entire beer tasting of the strongest whisky imaginable... and me being a stubborn sod for attempting to finish what i damn well paid for.
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