There's a good chance that if we're not still there, then we'll be somewhere nearby and will have texted you with updated location info. You might have significant amounts of catch up drinking to do before we even begin making some kind of vague sense to you, though.
If you want to change to another night, um, I think I'm free tomorrow night, but I'm busy all next week...
Hmm - looking at my diary I'm in London most of next week, and other places the rest of it. And the week after.
Tomorrow it is then! Chartles, your number still end 636?
OK, so I'm in Holiday Mode still, and have got all confused about "tomorrow", and all that. I've worked it out now, though - today is today, which is a Wednesday, and we were originally going to meat on Thursday, which is a tomorrow, but Craig's working, so I suggested tomorrow, but not the tomorrow which occurs after today and is a Thursday, but the one which isn't really a tomorrow at all and which is actually Friday.
So, um, to clarify - Friday?
Yes. That's the one. Definitely.
*world promptly ends*
I thought we were talking about Thursday anyway...
Either rate I had to work til 8 today, and will probably have to tomorrow.
Will PM to swap phone numbers!
Why would you want to make me cry, Greg? :(
[I spoke to him briefly once. He was a gent.]
Awesome meat-free alternative deep fried meat.
I even managed to get home in once piece!
Must do it again soon, been too long since the last Scotch piss-up.
That was fun!
Things you missed:
Craig and me exiting Bunker and, on the way to Sleazys, acquiring two blokes from Belfast who wanted to go somewhere but didn't know where and ended up with us in Sleazys.
Some guy nearly getting in a fight with me in Sleazys over something (I have no idea what - it either started when I started trying to tell a story about nearly getting in a fight outside Sleazys or it started before that and I thought that that story would somehow help).
Craig and me and the two guys from Belfast exiting Sleazys, trying to get into the ABC, but it was student night.
Craig and me running up the hill, round by the art school and back down to Sleazys to avoid the Belfast blokes.
Me fancying a blonde girl in Sleazys, but ending up dancing with her friend, and being much too drunk to behave in an appropriate manner, and somehow ending up being buttonholed by a very drunk guy to talk about music and the world and being excellent to each other and all that until the girls went away and I somehow got home and woke up with black marker pen on me. Not sure how that happened.