The Happy Dancing Pav and Strange Turtle Management

Hopefully the title of this post drew you in but I'm ashamed to say that it has nothing to do with what I'm going to write here. It just sounded experimental son.

Anyway!

So last night the Pav opened its large embracing arms and beckoned us to join it in a festive swing.

And we did.

Obviously Dan has covered much of the night so I won't repeat whats been said, I'm just going to add my personal touch. I hope you don't mind.

So, after flat, partially cold, rotten cider drinking. We got inside the Pav.

I had about as much money on me as someone who does Strange Turtle Management for a living (I made a link to the title, brilliant!) So obviously I couldn't really afford a drink but, everyones favourite Scouse gave me a bit of dosh and Dan gave me a bit of dosh and hayho I gots me a drinko!

Now, heres the exciting part! Eddie 'There are no shrimps in Blackpool' Reed found me a Santa hat and, upon entering it with the top of my head, I was approached by a fellow media compatriot. He proceeded to bargain with me for the hat. It went something like this:

'Sam, Sam?'

'Hello fellow media compatriot'

'I need your hat!'

'Aww, this is my hat, I need it'

'Yeah but, I'm guaranteed sex if I wear that, I'll give you £5'

'Oooh, £5 well I would but I really like it'

'Come on, I'll give you £3'

'£3? You just offered me £5'

'Ok, I'll give you £4'

'That's still less than what you originally offered'

'Alright, I'll give you £5 then'

And with that, I earned myself a quick 5 bob for a santa hat. I must say it was probably the best thing that happened that night as I'm sure you'll agree.

After the hat purchasing event, everything pretty much flew by in a blur and I fail to remember anything of worthwhile mention.

So on that note I will bid you farewell, adieu and good luck.

Love,
Sam.

P.S. FINALLY THE CHRISTMAS CACTUS IS HERE! BLOODY GREAT AIN'T IT!?