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Claire Gets I.D.’d - Brought to you by Gazz Wood -
You wouldn't think it to look at her, or maybe you would, but Gem is fairly persuasive. I had no plans to go out tonight, specially after how fucked up I got at The Birth of Murph just two night previous. I felt so rotten the day after that I was lucky I didn't vom up all over everything and everyone.
However, Gem wanted to return to our old Walkabout Wednesday ways and who am I to ruin tradition? I'm TheGazz, but I don't fuck around with rituals. Obviously the delivery of our all new LeedsMeUp.com T-shirt didn't hinder my decision at all. I wanted to show off the shirt, because it's pretty fucking ace, and I also enjoy the traditions of this fine website, so I agreed to go.
We arrive and the place is pretty dead to be honest. I mean there are people there, but it's no where near as busy as it usually is on a Wednesday. I'm later informed that this is due to exams being this week.
However, they've got this ace drinks deal on the go. Tons of them are a quid and a half, such as Snakebite and Southern Comfort and a mixer. Can't be bad. I cracked on with the Snakebites, because why wouldn't you? They're wonderful.
There were plenty of slags on the go, but James pointed out one sad little fact. Walkabout is a Chav bar. It's always been pretty sly with the chav content, like most cheap drinks places around here you get a mix of the students and the scallys, but tonight the balance was definitely tipped one way, the bad way.
Censorship prevents me from explaining certain parts of the night, because I am no longer in charge of my own website. I have implemented a system of Rock Paper Scissors to decide the fate of points of interest which some may prefer remained among us, but I keep losing. We ate crisps, we drank booze, even Pete, who was having a sneaky snifter of everyone's drinks. I got served the most diluted Southern Comfort and lemonade I have ever seen in my entire life, but for a quid fifty it's not worth complaining.
Youdy was at the football until late, so he showed up about an hour or so in and got straight on the old gambler. We had a crack on the Blockbusters game, but we were shit at it and the rules were complex, so we fell back on the old Stand and Deliver game. We did pretty good, banking £2 on the first go, but then we fucked up pretty bad and lost it all. We got greedy, let that be a lesson to you all.
Claire arrived, finally, but with bad news. The doormen at Walkabout have now started a Check 25 system, which states that if you do not look 25 you'll be forced to prove that you're over 18. It's pretty stupid to me, because I thought that if you looked 18 you were OK. I mean I don't look 25... because I'm not. I'm 21. However the sad fact is that they were I.D.'ing those who looked to be underage and Claire got pinched. She's 22 years old, but because we just flat out don't get I.D.'ed in this country on any sort of regular basis she didn't bring any out with her. So they wouldn't let her in, not to drink anyway. She was given grace to show up and get us, but after that she was out on her arse. I tried arguing the toss with the manager, largely because she is older than all of us and blatantly over 18. She had a student card, but they won't accept that as I.D. I was incensed, because 5 of us came in that night and not one of us got I.D.'ed. Not even James, who looks about 16. I mentioned this to the manager but he wasn't having any of it.
As it turned out James had been I.D.'d, but he kept that to himself so as not to step all over my point. Sadly, Claire would not be permitted entry so we gathered up ranks and sheened on to Bourbon, just down the road, where she received no such treatment. James got I.D.'d again like, but he looks about 16 as I say. Plus he has I.D. so it's fine.
The drinks in Bourbon are no where near as cheap, and I got fucked for a double So-Co and lemonade to the tune of £4.50. I almost fell over.
We got a booth and then, wondrous things began to happen. First off all of our prayers were answered when everyone's favourite Member X contestant, Jordan, showed up. We've not seen him since before Christmas and it was good to have him back. Then, because Claire was so ruined, she tried to force me to dance. I'm no push over, and even though she dragged me out to the dance floor I was firm in my refusal. James is a little less difficult, and the two did a spicy marimba style routine to the strains of some shitty dance tune or other.
Eventually it was time to get thrown out because the place was shut, and that's what we did. Hopped into a waiting Joe Baxi and sheened home, not before we hit Raja's to get some dodgy take away. Claire called this guy a chav and then followed his mate outside to find out why he was so pissed off. Then she got in bed with me and fell asleep for about fifteen minutes, before shambling on across the hall to her own room. I'm also told she sucked off Youd, but this could well be hearsay.