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Last Night
I went to that shithole Sway last night with Gareth, Daz and J. We had the unfortunate situation of being caught up with all the sweaty Engerland fans on the train at wembley and it was bloody packed. J was half hanging out at one point and the situation wasn't made any better having to endure slurping from a couple right next to us. Not only were they complete dog breaths and butt ugly but their endless pecking and sloppy kissing was enough to form a furrowed frown on daz's face!
We went to a dump for pre drinks and got stuck into some strongbows. As you're all aware, we sometimes drink lager, somtimes cider. Different drinks for different needs. We congregated ourselves round the fruit machine and played the monopoly game only to be thwarted on a number of occasions by a dodgy question about castles or something along those lines. It was quite funny as after we'd vacated, two guys that looked no better than a pair of tramps scuttled over and won!
In Sway we decided to go upstairs to the Restaurant area and sank some cheap wine and traded crass and yuppie bent. Daz and J got the last train home and me and gareth then went downstairs for larks. At this point i started to get really buttied and don't remember a lot apart from galavanting around the dancefloor with Gareth persuing some spanish girls. We saw Fragma live and i think gareth spoke to her briefly.
We then left and had a wretchedly long walk to Marble Arch to catch the oxford tube back to Hillingdon. We always seem to get unlucky with how long we have to wait, there were countless busses to Luton Airport but no sign of ours. At this stage it was getting pretty cold and we were both shattered. I was so buttfucked i couldn't even fucking text properly, so got Gareth to text on my behalf, letting AC know i was travelling back.
Eventually the bus came and then at Hillingdon we got a cab back to eastcote. The taxi driver tried to con us with what he was going to charge, so i'll transcribe Gareth's account of events that he texted this afternoon:
'How much mate?' 'That will be £18 please' 'what the....we only came from Hillingdon, i'll get out here.' 'ok, £14' 'ok mate, here's how it is, i'm simply not paying that, we weren't born yesterday' 'i'm afraid it costs more because its a sunday' 'oh come off it mate, we aren't exactly stopping you from going to church!'
hahahaha! I think Gareth even got his phone out to show him the mileage and in the rear view mirror i could see he started to look guilty.
In the end i got in at 5.50am with the birds tweeting (always a bad sign) and it starting oto get very light.
Needless to say i was incredibly hungover today....