Massive weekend has just come to an end, and part of me is welcoming the sobering prospect of work and a week of healthy living, because the last few days have been, in a word, hectic. Kicked off Friday night catching up with some mates for a birthday dinner. It all started off fairly soberly, with a few quiet ales in Clapham, but that soon changed later on in the evening due to a rendezvous with some other mates and a trip to a local Cricklewood establishment. After many beers, the final result was a 3am souvlaki and a bit of a sleep in.
Saturday afternoon brought some delirium in the form of a Liverpool victory over Chelsea, which aided the recovery process no end. By 7pm we were back into the swing of it, exchanging the beers and snakebites of Friday night for vodka and some horrible 58 pence soft drink that DJD has a tendency to buy from Sainsburys.
It wasn't too long before we found some effects, and we headed off to another mate's place, smashed down a few more bevvies, and headed to Piccadilly, to a high class establishment just off of Shaftsbury Avenue.
Prior to entering, we played as American tourists, getting some photos of Eros. Happy days.
We got ourselves in and began to get what is probably classified as 'very fucking drunk'. There was some fantastic dancing, including the crowd favourite, 'The Fruit-picker' which was once again an out and out success.
Ordering drinks was perhaps the toughest thing to achieve effectively, but we didn't let that stop our purposeful march towards inebriation. No, sir! We most certainly didn't.
There were countless interesting occurrences, although the one failure we will not omit here is the distinct lack of mathematical acumen within the place. People didn't even know their 15 times table. It's a crazy world that we all live in.
In the end, we all ended up back from whence we came at around 5am. Yet another successful sortie into Central London.
After some heavy slumber, bed was the scene for the recovery, being vacated at around 6pm, just in time to enable us to head to catch a movie. 'Which movie?' I hear you ask.... It was Balboa, or as some people know it, Rocky VI.
A big slow, a bit gratuitous, but hey, it rests easier than Rocky V, that's for sure.
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Sounds like a fun weekend! Hope that the recovery is OK. We're hanging out here for the final week before the school slog begins.
I hope you're up for a repeat performace in early September. Thats when I'll be hitting town.
Cricklewood. It always reminds me of The Goodies.
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