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Currently I'm sitting on the couch feeling slightly hungover following a rather big night at a housewarming party last night. Matty's going on a hardcore detox from Monday which means no alcohol for 100 days. So therefore we really had to have a huge night last night before he gives away the booze.
We were going to head to the Great British Beer Festival but decided that the £6 entry charge would be much better spent down at the pub instead. According to others who went we didn't miss much, so all in all was pretty pleased I didn't go. Headed to Henry J Beans instead at about 4pm - pub in Chelsea with a beer garden that actually rivals the Ed back home, pretty unusual in London where there isn't much space. Had a few drinks then received a phone call at about 7pm from Mel and Cock Boy back in Adelaide, who informed us that it was 3:30am, they were very drunk, and that they were scoffing down pancakes at the Pancake Kitchen. Made me a bit homesick for Adelaide but oh well, there was a party to go to.
The party was a few suburbs away in Hammersmith, Matty and I somehow managed to spend the whole bus trip arguing about politics with Patrick going "guys, seriously, shut up". Even though it was a BBQ and we were meant to bring our own meat we made a group decision to be BBQ moochers and not buy anything, but instead grab bits and pieces from other people's packets of sausages. I like to think of this as a very socially responsible decision, rather than just tightarse mooching behaviour, as people always bring too much meat and it's really a waste of food.
Ended up leaving the party at about 3am after having a power nap - Patrick's fault as he decided to have a snooze, I went to wake him up and suddenly realised the bed looked quite inviting. While waiting for the night bus Matty decided there was something quite inviting about the sign across the street advertising Carter's Steam Fair and that he had to have it. I then became extremely jealous, as I wanted a sign too, so we managed to find one further down the road. While we were in the process of trying to pull it off the fence it was attached to, an illegal minicab driver stopped and offered us a lift home for £10. Now Matty then decided to bargain with him but because he was so drunk it didn't go too well:
Illegal Minicab Driver: You need a lift home?
Us: Yeah, that'd be good
Illegal Minicab Driver: Where are you going?
Matty: Chelsea
Illegal Minicab Driver: I'll take you there for £10.
Matty: Hmm, I don't know, that seems a bit too cheap to me. How about £20?
Illegal Minicab Driver: (laughing to self, thinking "stupid Aussies") Well, how about we meet halfway, I can take you home for £15.
Matty: Done! Let's go!
Note that illegal minicabs can be dodgy so I wouldn't recommend females use them on their own, however with 3 of us it was OK.
Anyway, got home and managed to knock a picture off the wall with our signs and break the frame. Woke up this morning to discover several things:
1. My head hurts
2. Patrick's feeling suprisingly good - bastard!
3. I'm not sure why I took that Carter's Steam Fair sign
4. Matty has during the night leaned over the side of his bed and vomited on the floor.
So right now I'm trying to motivate myself to have a shower, Patrick's feeling great and Matty's still in bed moaning "I'm never drinking again".
Had some good news this morning - spoke to my cousin Sean, his fiancee Eimear has given birth to a baby boy, both her and the baby are doing well!
Had better be off, I have to have a shower and buy some clothes for work tomorrow. Cheers!
Megan
Currently I'm sitting on the couch feeling slightly hungover following a rather big night at a housewarming party last night. Matty's going on a hardcore detox from Monday which means no alcohol for 100 days. So therefore we really had to have a huge night last night before he gives away the booze.
We were going to head to the Great British Beer Festival but decided that the £6 entry charge would be much better spent down at the pub instead. According to others who went we didn't miss much, so all in all was pretty pleased I didn't go. Headed to Henry J Beans instead at about 4pm - pub in Chelsea with a beer garden that actually rivals the Ed back home, pretty unusual in London where there isn't much space. Had a few drinks then received a phone call at about 7pm from Mel and Cock Boy back in Adelaide, who informed us that it was 3:30am, they were very drunk, and that they were scoffing down pancakes at the Pancake Kitchen. Made me a bit homesick for Adelaide but oh well, there was a party to go to.
The party was a few suburbs away in Hammersmith, Matty and I somehow managed to spend the whole bus trip arguing about politics with Patrick going "guys, seriously, shut up". Even though it was a BBQ and we were meant to bring our own meat we made a group decision to be BBQ moochers and not buy anything, but instead grab bits and pieces from other people's packets of sausages. I like to think of this as a very socially responsible decision, rather than just tightarse mooching behaviour, as people always bring too much meat and it's really a waste of food.
Ended up leaving the party at about 3am after having a power nap - Patrick's fault as he decided to have a snooze, I went to wake him up and suddenly realised the bed looked quite inviting. While waiting for the night bus Matty decided there was something quite inviting about the sign across the street advertising Carter's Steam Fair and that he had to have it. I then became extremely jealous, as I wanted a sign too, so we managed to find one further down the road. While we were in the process of trying to pull it off the fence it was attached to, an illegal minicab driver stopped and offered us a lift home for £10. Now Matty then decided to bargain with him but because he was so drunk it didn't go too well:
Illegal Minicab Driver: You need a lift home?
Us: Yeah, that'd be good
Illegal Minicab Driver: Where are you going?
Matty: Chelsea
Illegal Minicab Driver: I'll take you there for £10.
Matty: Hmm, I don't know, that seems a bit too cheap to me. How about £20?
Illegal Minicab Driver: (laughing to self, thinking "stupid Aussies") Well, how about we meet halfway, I can take you home for £15.
Matty: Done! Let's go!
Note that illegal minicabs can be dodgy so I wouldn't recommend females use them on their own, however with 3 of us it was OK.
Anyway, got home and managed to knock a picture off the wall with our signs and break the frame. Woke up this morning to discover several things:
1. My head hurts
2. Patrick's feeling suprisingly good - bastard!
3. I'm not sure why I took that Carter's Steam Fair sign
4. Matty has during the night leaned over the side of his bed and vomited on the floor.
So right now I'm trying to motivate myself to have a shower, Patrick's feeling great and Matty's still in bed moaning "I'm never drinking again".
Had some good news this morning - spoke to my cousin Sean, his fiancee Eimear has given birth to a baby boy, both her and the baby are doing well!
Had better be off, I have to have a shower and buy some clothes for work tomorrow. Cheers!
Megan
posted by Patrick Khoo | 12:52 pm
3 Comments:
Nips,
Tha mozerella Pancake was fookin AWESOME!!!!! That mince crap they put on the side is top notch for that time of the evening! I had forgotten that the served it with a fried egg also, so I was pretty fookin stoked! Especially when I am as blotto as I was! Mel was actually sober!
Oh......and I had a pretty piss poor headeche this mornin to, so ya weren't alone!
VIVA LA COCK!
Oi Khoo,
Check out www1.hobowars.com
Reckon you'll like it!
Just a reminder Megan, your Mother logs on to this site !! NO MORE SIGNS !!
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