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The Last Hurrah! - Brought to you by Gazz Wood -
Oh my Christ it's LeedsMeUp.com!
In January of this year I told everyone that I was finished with this site and this game all together. I was out. I washed my hands of it. I was, for all intents, purposes, forms, shapes, sizes and otherwise.
Of course... I say a lot of things.
I always knew that at some point an occasion would present itself which would require the return of this website. A Special Event which warrants me getting back into something I vowed not to get back into. What could that possibly be?
Sarah Murphy, Lisa Burns and Claire Duffy. These people have several things in common. They're all women, they're all between the ages of 18 and 25, they're all our friends and until recently they all lived in Leeds. Now they all don't. Lisa and Sarah have packed up shop and are back off home to London. Claire is moving out of the House of Trouser, making her the 4th person to leave the house having not complete a full year. That's not her fault. She didn't move in till October.
They're all off before the end of this month and to see them off properly we all had one last night out as a full group. All the big names are in. Myself [Gazz], Youdy, Worm, Jord, Caleb... the list continues. Some new faces too. The Boy Rob, Bally... a rather strange fellow named Bob. Even Gemma and Nathan popped their head around the door to give us a little kiss. We had them all.
Where did we go?
Murph's.
Never been to her house before but her kitchen looked a lot like mine. It's scary actually. I was on the Cheek-Ah Vimto's, playing I Have Never, but not the regular way. We played it that you said I've Never, but then said something you HAD done, making the entire game into a lie. During this web of deceit several facts were brought to light. Benny lost his virginity on a bus. Nathan has been gushed on, as has Gem and Murph and Burns and Claire, Jordan waves at people who aren't really waving at him, but someone behind him, and Pete has given someone an orgasm while walking down the street. It was a sordid affair to say the very least.
Joe Baxi to the string of beads, and we're in Bar Risa, which I don't much care for but we didn't have to pay so I'm happy. Drinks flow, Southern Comfort and Cokes for me, but I didn't get to enjoy my very first one because I gave it to TheWorm to hold when I went for a piss, only to return and find he'd done one of his Fallings Over and spilled the fucking thing. Fair play, he bought me a new one, but I was pissed off because I missed him fall over.
I can't be too pissed off because about an hour later I drunkenly knocked Youdy's drinks on the floor, smashing and spilling it in the process, and had to buy him a new one too. I spent most of the evening wandering back and forth, papping people with my camera. I've not done this for a while, as I mentioned, so I got a bit over excited to be back with the cam and flash people in the face. I'm sure they didn't mind too much, but I took somewhere in the vicinity of 150 pictures which really only creates more work for me.
Anyway, Murph was having a dance with Burns, Pete was having a dance with Claire, and Jordan and Youdy were having a quiet chat in the corner. They'd both come dressed the same, so a degree of solidarity was required. Benny, God bless him, got absolutely fuck faced drunk. He was boogeying, which he loves, and giving it some serious grind on the dance floor. Surrounded by ladies, it was hard to see why he went home when he did, taking Claire with him rather suspiciously. Turns out he had work the next day, which is how we lost Nathan and Gem too. Fucking people and your jobs.
Luckily we picked up some numbers when Caleb and Bally arrived in the company of Bob. Bob's real name is not Bob, and he doesn't know why, which instantly makes him a mysterious figure. Apparently his mate's band is playing the O2 Wireless Festival. I know this because he told me repeatedly. Also, everyone thought he was gay.
Burns got emotional with Rob... then Pete... then Youdy. She's an emotional girl. I think it's hormones or something. Murph got macc'd by some tracksuit wearing dude, who she thinks she might have gotten off with but doesn't remember. There's a lot of that actually. The not remembering part, not the getting off with Gypsies in trackie tops. We were all fairly fucked for the most part and the entire evening blurs together. Me and Rob squared up to each other but we don't know why, Caleb found me this well ace spangly hat that we all enjoyed wearing a great deal, and once we'd left I got accosted by a fat lass in Subway.
I wasn't the only one getting love in Youdy's House of Worship. While ordering his BMT, Caleb got told outright by some girl that she was gonna fuck him. Bobbo was bigging up the C-Bear, telling this forthright young lady that Caleb had come back from playing in the World Cup because he's injured. She didn't want to hear bullshit stories. She was already going to fuck him so there was no sell necessary. Sadly for her Caleb's got a girlfriend and she was rank as well, so we fucked right off. I managed to shake off the fat mess with a cunning mixture of pointing at food and running in the opposite direction, only to run into a possible ruck outside. Seems Bobcat had told some bird that she was probably a slag, which sparked off all sorts of controversy. A lad got offended on this slag’s behalf, his mate told him not to bother because Youdy was 'twice his size and could break him in half'. Youdy wasn’t even involved, but it was funny none the less. Taxis came and I apologised to the girl citing that we'd all had a few drinks and in all probability she wasn't a slag. She said I was sound and gave me a hug. Now that's not a rejection! I'm coming up!!
Hijinks continued at the Casa de Murph and myself, Bobble, Bally and Caleb had a tag team wrestlefest in the living room, resulting in a hurt ankle for Bally and myself, a crunched neck and wrist for me as well as a nasty fall onto my head. You really shouldn't do these things at home.
5am rolled around and Murph kicked us out to get some sleep. I'd actually planned on leaving at 3am, but by way of proving that it's never a good idea to say goodbye to people who are drunk, I was kept for another two hours. This is why I always just leave.
Still, it was more time spent with the lovely Murph and Burns, and how can that be a bad thing.
Oh, and Rob passed out like a little bitch.
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