Went along to what is called “The Quays” on Saturday night with my wonderful girlfriend Clare, and her sister and some friends.
This is me:
I happen to be wearing flashing Irish bunny ears for some reason. And that’s a pint of beer of some description. Not sure what time this was – possibly around 11 ish. The place was rammed something stupid. You could hardly move your eyebrows without bumping into some mad person in a green shirt. Lots of hands shaken after saying I was from Glasgow, which is nice. Pity Ireland lost against England at the rugby. But, on the bright side, Clare looked ever so sexy in her Ireland top. Mmmmm!
Anyway, I quite enjoyed the tazering (that’s what I call what purports to be dancing). The two live bands were excellent. Clare is the most amazing dancer you have ever seen. She is _so_ good! I’m not understating this: she is FUCKING AMAZING!!! She’s got style, the moves, the lyrics, the action and my ever-lasting love for being such, well, lovely and snuggly and wonderful!
After exciting taxi ride home (where one of the occupants was in desperate need of a pee) from Archway down to Norbury then onto Addiscombe, ended up collapsing in bed around 2am. A little earlier than expected.