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Gatecrasher’s Shit!
Only a small night we thought, few jars during the football, maybe stick around for a few more, then home. And it would have ended up like that too, if it weren’t for one small hiccup. OLÍ!
The Walkabout was surprisingly quiet considering it was a Wednesday night. The football was on at 7:45, then the Student night really kicks in about 10:00. We usually try and get there for 7 (We’re always half an hour late) to get a seat. But there were still seats free at 10 this time.
It only really started to kick off at about 11. By that I mean that’s when the majority of the University’s Girl’s Sports teams, and groups of fat student cowgirls arrive. 80% of the place’s clientele fit into one of these categories, if not both.
The night really turned into an excuse for Youd to talk to ladies by taking pictures of them. This is why there are so many pictures of us with random groups of slags.
I didn’t drink that much, but still only remember it in parts, however as only Youd and myself attended, I have to do the write up.
We ran into Sean and Oli about 11 or so… They were having a grand old time with the usual gang. Oli and Youd either knew every girl in there, or both decided to copy each other’s, grabbing girls and taking pictures of themselves with them. I was just pottering about, very confused about the whole mess.
Some time later, I was approached by a slaggy nurse. She asked me if I knew her. Well! I could hardly contain my offence. Why she thought I’d ever talk to her if I wasn’t drunk I have no idea. NO! I replied.
She was inquiring about my T-Shirt. ‘I’m with Youd’ it said. ‘That’s my name’ she said, ‘why are you… with me?’ It turns out there were two Youd’s out that night, but only one Leg.End.Gary one. There IS only one Youd! When asked if she could have a kiss, Youd replies ‘God no! We might be related’ If ever there was such an advertisement for double 0 Youd, I haven’t heard it.
It was shortly after this Oli started moaning and whining about Gatecrasher. How brilliant it is, and how he’s a VIP, and how I should come, he can get me in for free, free drinks, and he knows loads of people there. I wasn’t fooled, but I was stupid enough to give in to his bitching.
We did have to wait, in the VIP queue yes, but still a good 30 minutes. We did have to pay full price £5 in. And we didn’t get any drinks free. in fact soon after we got in there, Oli disappears, I’ve had no idea where Sean is for the last two hours, I’m having a shit time, I don’t have any money, and Youd can’t see his own eyelids. So we just leave.
Not being bothered to walk home, Youd opts for a cab, insisting he’ll pay for me. I prefer to walk, daring to stop by walkabout for a toilet break.
By the time I arrive home I learn that Youd (Who hadn’t taken his card out to avoid spending too much), had got the taxi to take him back, picked up his card, got the taxi to a cashpoint, then back home. Then he got a take-away!