Events
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It's been bloody ages since the three House of Trouser boys have been out together. The last time Youd, Gazz and James (Formerly TheWorm) got the chance to event as a trio was James' 20th Birthday II, and that was in cocking May. It was about time we got our shoes dirty on some bar room flooring, and tonight was the night.
Nothing huge, more of a warm-up for our return to regular drinking and events, we first did what all students do before they go out.
Got drunk at home.
One or two vodka and oranges, one or five cans of Strongbow, half a bag of nachos and the stage was officially set in the currently dismal House of Trouser V1. Changing shirts and brushing hair, we walked to our first destination, The DryDock. It's not that good at night, far as I'm concerned, but it's cheap and the music is usually all right. You've gotta get a few more proper drinks down you if you're even considering going to proper bars. I had in mind a Call Lane affair, hitting Oporto, Jake's, Norman and maybe even BRB if time allowed, so filling your liver with £2 snakebite's first is really the only way to get drunk without re-mortgaging your parent's house.
It was about dead in DryDock, even the staff on managed to catch a sit with some mates while collecting glasses. With not many people about we talked amongst ourselves, coming up with the bright idea of recreating classic film posters ourselves. Just for the sake of it.
We did a couple, Youd's rendition of 'Swingers' is my favourite, with only minimal funny looks from goths and indie boys alike. That's who you get in there, for your information, of an evening.
Deader and deader the place got, (even Goths go to bed), so we sheened on to the brand new HA!HA! Bar. It's only just opened, within the last week or something daft like that, and it's actually really nice. With all the students still at home sponging off their Mums and Dads, we got to sit down. Never easy in a bar. The drinks were dear, but there's no way round that without leaning over the bar and wrapping your lips around the tap.
We leave, walk up to Baja, which has a queue that you'd need to pack a lunch for. Bar Risa is a Fiver to get in so sack that, and we got turned away at Tiger Tiger for being 'A bit too casual'.
Call Lane would have been my next choice, which is exactly why we walked most of the way down there. That is until James chucked his toys out the pram and got mards on and we had to turn tail back up to Bourbon.
Guess what Bourbon was in the Sans-student period of summer?
That's right.
DEAD!
There were about 8 people in the damn place, not really enough to keep you interested even if the bar staff were 80% fit.
We leave and take our chances with Walkabout. Since James got barred at Elise Breeze's Costume Birthday we haven't been in to our usual haunt. It's weird to think that we went to that place practically every day for either booze or food and then BANG! James has a glass of water and it's end of the road for the Oz Beer Palace.
The road didn't begin again for us tonight, largely by virtue of the fact that the robbing devious bastards tried to fuck us out of £3 entry. Three sodding quid to get into Walkabout. That's like charging to get into my own kitchen... almost.
Called it quits after that. If James has set his mind off Call Lane and everywhere else was wank, home beckoned. Got a pizza.