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Having taken the plunge and made the permanent move from England to New Zealand, this website (not blog, hate that word) was born out of sheer bone idleness. Emailing people to tell them what I was up to over here sounded like far too much effort. Now the effort is squarely on the shoulders of my readers who have to trawl through regular tales of drunken nights out and quiz questions. Enjoy...
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OG - felt I should report back on the big walk in the Lakes this weekend. Smaje, Errors, Lunt, Humpers, Jack (not sure you know him), My bro Ian, his mutt Archie (you don't know him) and I tamed Scafell Pike in blistering sunshine. There were lots of other ramblers (sorry, seriously fit mountain types) out enjoying the peace of the mountain tops, only to have that peace shattered by Lunt who was blaring music out from his ipod speakers. Highlights included 'Eye of the Tiger' during a particularly strenuous uphill stretch and 'YMCA' (with dancing) during the descent.
Our planning was poor - nearest hotel room we could get was Preston so we ended up out in Preston. Wow, what a place. V classy as proved the morning after when we spotted:
- 2 girls getting into a cab with 4 lads, quite clearly still out from the night before and quite clearly going off to star in and produce some Premiership footballer-esque X-rated movie
- a chav wandering around in his trackie, wearing baseball cap and sipping Carling at 11 am whilst debating with his pug of a girlfriend whether or not he had had enough beers. He didn't think he had (but then again if I was taking her home i would be drinking regardless of the time)
I have crossed Preston off my '10 most desired venues for a weekend break with Mrs A or with the lads' list which leaves Donny at number 1.
My highlights from the night out in shocking, shocking Preston were:
- The text that MS sent to the number that flashes your message on a big screen to the people in the club. DA also sent one but the computer blanked out the swear word and made the message so crap and unfunny that is was funny (I can’t remember the exact wording of the messages. Chaps?)
- MS playing pool against a lady wearing a tight, pillar box red PVC dress who looked like an exceptionally rough Jessica from Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
- El Tel and DA pretending to support PNE and screaming, shouting and jumping every time the bonehead DJ made references to them over the music.
- Me and Tel dancing on the raised platform. What a pair of spanners.
Acres - Jack as in the goalie I stuck 2 past in my last appearance for WW? And Jack as in the lad who was there for my birthday curry night in Leeds last year? Nope, don't know him.
I've had one night out in Preston...at Tokyo's. Pleasant experience. It was after Patterson's wedding and a few of us made it to town fully dressed in wedding attire. Must have looked great in that place.
I saw one punter getting several bells of whatsit knocked out of him by the bouncers who hadn't quite shut the fire door.
Lovely place. Not a patch on Donny though.
Oops, posted that without adding a story Rob told me about a club in Preston that used to have an interesting drinks promotion - drinks were half price (or something) from the time when the club opened to the time when the first person went to the toilet.
Not brilliantly thought through as whoever cracked first was usually murdered by the rest of the club then there were unmanagable queues for the bogs for the next couple of hours.
As a former resident of the mighty Preston I feel I have to defend its honour vehemently. You obviously missed out on great pubs like Greyfriars and The Assembly. However, it does sound like you were in Tokyo Joe's- classy place. If Tokyo was like that I would be a Japanese citizen by now. Preston story: Once saw a chav spew up and his mates laughed at him so he put a bit of carrot in one of their pints when they went to the crapper. Sweet sweet revenge...
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