It all started a few days ago when Chris 'I'm not a Geordie' Hall invited us round to the Vicarage for whisky and jovial laughs.
Melling and Holden were skint, so they turned him down, but I asked some higher power for dosh and they said yeah, baby! Everyone's favourite Scouse, Rich, was also in attendance.
I liaised with my clan (Yates and LC) and we confirmed SubSpace was the venue for some huge partying.
BUT FIRST FOLKS, THE VICARAGE STORY;
Me and Scouse headed round after a good few hours, mainly because RC was prancing about like a little girl taking a decade to get to the 163 residence.. He finally arrived, we boozed for a bit then jumped in a cab and arrived at the big black gate. The scene was the bottom flat, inhabited by females - who all seemed rather nice.
Lots of talking and Whisky was consumed and being a fan of those American film stars who can drink Whisky like water, I thought I'd give it a go. I nailed it, to be honest, but my stomach was backflipping like a motherbreather.
This is the part in which I say; Itwasagoodnightbutfookknowswhatwenton.
THE SUBSPACE STORY;
SubSpace was mint, I reckon. Super Simon Yates and The Ever Intrepid Lauren Christopher where in attendance of course and we partied like it was a Monday night.
Felt like all of about 5 minutes though - because before I knew it, it was over.
Me and Richy had gone back to the Vicarage.. I made a fruit of myself a few times and woke up at 10am on their couch. Had to walk home in the freezing cold as well, it was a very hard thing to do - not because of the cold - but because walking is an art form.
Here ends this story - but begin will another, shorty.
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THE PAV;
I wasn't going to go to be honest and Mr Melling wasn't going and Sam Holden.. Well, it's Sam Holden, isn't it?
So that was decided. I had changed my mind. I WAS GOING. (like that roundabout in Swindon)
It was all due to something someone said at some point.
Eddie 'The Blackpool Tower' Reed, 'Everyone's Favourite Scouse' and Holden where all confirmed - I then had a shower, armed with this information.
As I dried my curly locks, I poured the flattest cider pint this flat has ever seen (not technically correct, because Sam had one before me) but that's by the wayside, yo!
We made a lot of noise for a while.. Especially when GAGA got involved - you see she's created a song that is so catchy, the lyrics or the music don't matter.
Zoom to the Pav:
Holden and Blackpool got in for free, because they are naughty boys. Me and Richy played it by the book.
Annie 'I'm from Sheffield' Jones and Gemma 'I'm not from Sheffield, but I'm from Essex' Tyndall quickly got a whiff of our attendance and we chatted for ages about something or other. Anna 'I'm from neither of these places, but I am from Warrington' Thompson completed the trio and we did some more chatting and that.
It was fun. Holden has a story about a hat and a five pound note, but I'll let him tell you that when he feels up to it.
'Serious Bit' - You may skip if you want the mood to remain light.
Some people can be attractive to everyone - no matter about hair colour etc.. But, why would someone disagree with this sentiment? It would make no sense to label that person 'ugly', when they clearly aren't. It left me stumped, so it did.
And that was the end of the 2009 Pav. It was fun and I enjoyed myself, but if I'd have stayed at the flat, I think I wouldn't have missed out on much.. Especially the bit where Yorkshire threw my own drink on Rich.. That was not a good scenario.. Not good at all.
This is the end of two nights out - I hope it has pleased the peer pressure pro-active campaigner.
Look a picture from SubSpace!
I feel it's important to mention, I wore the same T-Shirt for both nights.. Continuity and all that.
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