Events
Claire’s Pancake Breakfast - Brought to you by Gazz Wood -
Once a year everyone has a personal celebration to mark another 12 months on the go.
Claire doesn't have these. Not any more anyway. This year, instead of turning 22 years old, Claire felt it would be much better to have pancakes for breakfast. So we did. Loads of the bastards and they were awesome. The boys of House of Trouser v1 would have been sick for the rest of the day were it not for one or two visitors. See to mark the... ahem... pancake breakfast, one or two of Claire's celtic friends sheened over from Ireland to give her a kiss. There was another Clare, only this one without an 'i' and this one was The Worlds Best 18 Year old four years running. Closely following her was Declan and Claire's younger sister Kiera.
THEN, when myself [Gazz] and Youd met everyone in town the group had multiplied to the tune of Milly, Reuben, Jo and Anna. Lovely people indeed.
Our only problem stemmed from the fact that Leeds City Centre is bollocks on the weekend. It's so fucking busy and there's wall to wall to sky dickheads where ever you might turn, all rushing around in Ted Baker shirts looking for the next place to get a pint of Stella. It's not a lot of fun. Especially trying to find somewhere to fucking drink. North Bar was full. Norman was full. The queue for Jake’s was obscene and, even though we got into Revolution I was at the bar for about 20 minutes not getting served before everyone else just got big fat sick of it and we left.
A certain amount of pissing about and standing on the pavement later and someone had the bright idea of going to Elbow Rooms. A bouncer assured us it was not too bad in there and, upon paying the £3 entrance fee, we realised it was not too bad in there. The order of the night then became find a table, and we found a couple. We just sat at them all till we found one we liked. It was quite nice as tables go.
There were drinks, there was dancing, even I had a bit of jig. I looked a twat doing it no doubt, but I hear that it's the thought that counts.
Or is that presents?
I dunno.