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Hometown Weekend: Welcome to Stalyvegas - Brought to you by Gazz Wood -
TheWorm will occasionally claim to be from Manchester. This is not true. He is from a small town call Stalybridge, or StalyVegas to you and me. This is where we began the Hometown Weekend, three nights of visiting each of our Hometowns. Our being the boys from the House of Trouser, myself (Gazz), TheWorm and Mr Youd.
Beginning with a quick meal provided by Worm's Mum, we skip off merrily into the Dog and Partridge, a typical English pub which for some reason has been turned into a half Tapas restaurant. The Dog has very strict rules about swearing, as in you're not allowed to. This lead to drinking up very quickly so we could say all those fun words you hear on late night television.
Then sheening on for a swift in the Hare and Hounds, which depressed Youd no end because he bought two drinks and it cost him over a tenner. Gutting. Since one of the drinks was for Worm, he got it back in the Wetherspoons in the form of a pitcher of Vodka and Redbull, for only a fiver no less. Decent value.
People in Staly are actually pretty polite, saying excuse me and what have you, letting you past with your drinks and not filling you in round back.
Started to hit kicking out time so we had to try some bars. Avoiding one or two more Chav oriented venues we opted for a little place called Blanca. Don't go there, ever. It is wank. There was one woman in there, Oh sweet Jesus was she rough. She was about 45, wearing the type of clothes you usually find on a 7 year old girl at a school disco. She was drunk and dancing in a very unpleasant manor. Then she spat some Sambuca all over the bar, yet didn't set fire to it. Lame!
We ended the evening in Sharkeys. The bar maid that served me was fit as fuck.
'Nuff said.