Saturday 17th March 2007

Drunken night in London Town

Oh dear.. it all went a bit Pete Tong.

It started alright, and after dropping the car at Mums and getting changed, stealing some of Daryl's expensive aftershave, 'Eau de Pussy' or something, I got a cab to Chingford Station, Train to Liverpool Street and Tube to Covent Garden. I walked into the Punch & Judy at 1915 hrs, and Daryl was about 5 seconds behind me.

Beers were ordered and plans were made. One of which was a photo blog of our night which was to include pics of all the beers and all the places we went to. the first of which are here,

1st beers, Fosters Tops	Punch & Judy, Covent Garden

After just the one we headed off to the next destination, Porterhouse on Maiden Lane, strangely Tardis like and mobbed,

2nd beers, Heineken	Porterhouse, Maiden Lane	Inside, at the Bar

Again it was too busy to stay so we left, Daryl suggested Walkabout, so we went in one end and ended up walking right through and out the other side as it was pants, not a lot going on, so I suggested an old lunchtime watering hole, The Pitcher & Piano just off Trafalgar Square, around the back of Chandos. So off we went.

3rd beers, Staropramen	Pitcher & Piano, off Trafalgar Square

By this time I was getting a thirst on, and I hadn't eaten so was a bit worried about getting shedded before the night got going so we made an enforced visit to and upper class eatery, Maccy D's on The Strand. Big Mac Meal. 

After gorging on our grub and making a large mistake in the toilets of McD's. Look we both needed a wee, and they had only unisex bogs, so there were no urinals and only cubicles, we both jumped in the first one available and proceeded to empty our bladders and then realised what it would look like when 2 blokes emerged from the same cubicle. We were laughing so much in the end we didn't care but still ran like a pair of prize plonkers out of the bogs and the premises as well. We also needed more excitement so Daryl suggested moving on to Leicester Square, Good Idea. So off we plodded through Trafalgar Square and up a side road and into Leicester Square, Baz wanted a pic of him and Nelson And Big Ben, we abused some foreign students on the steps of the Galleries and Baz also wanted a pic of him in front of a huge billboard of Drew Barrymore's latest film, as apparently he'd seen her in Claridges only the week before.

Baz, Nelson And Big Ben	Odeon, Leicester Sq.

So here we are in Leicester Sq, I suggest Yeates, the Old Capital Cafe, always was good for a laugh, so we queue up, get in and are asked for a fiver entrance fee, we refuse and leave, blimey 5 quid to get into a bar, and it's not even late. we're planning on spending £7 getting into REFLEX later on in the night and thats a club open until 3am, so we move on. Ahh I know, Zoo Bar. Alas also a fiver, but a quick scan through the windows and it's heaving so we cough up and go in. Musics good beers a flowing and there are girls dancing on the bars and shot girls trying to get us to but shots, we refuse, not quite that pissed yet.

4th beers, lager	5th beers, lager
6th beers, lager, feeding time @ the Zoo	7th beers, lager, getting there

Erin's trying to ring us at this point, constantly, I have numerous missed calls, I cant hear my phone as it's too loud, we need to get to Watling Street, near St Paul's where this club is soon, as times getting on. We leave @ 2300 hrs. We get on the tube, and as you do when half cut, sod about, and no-one bats an eyelid. We get to St Paul's and head towards the club, I get a call from Erin warning me that the queue to get in is about 20 minutes long, so I proceed to walk the wrong way around St Paul's and head in the wrong direction. Bugger. After realising and asking the way, we finally get there and queue up.

On the Tube	St Paul's	REFLEX, the queue

So in the club we go, I forget to take any significant pics of the beer we consume, Daryl congas' around the club and dances like a mad man. It all gets a bit hazy in from here, we're drinking Sol, or Erin's trying to drink mine. All in all a good night comes to an end, we get a cab home, £45, and I sleep.

Hello ladies	In the cab on the way home

Comment | Posted by Andy Wilkes | Mar 17th 2007

Comments:

Posted by Terry Wilkes - 18/3/07 @ 0307 hrs

Hello Anyone that reads this 'Blog' or whatever it is!

I wish it to be known that I totally diss......?
Nothing to do with me! These two persons have been
spreading a DIABOLICAL fairy tale that I am their
Father!  AS if!  I was a member of her Majesty's
Forces and spent a lot of my time in various places
around the world. Never smoked, tee-total and NEVER
looked at the local lovelies!

Therefore, I consider their behavior on the night in
question to be absolutely outrageous! Plus, the little
lovelies they met in this...,.,,,,, this House of
Debauchery...Night Club....purported to be my
Niece's! Wicked lies! Wicked!

Must leave you now, I have to attend the Annual
meeting of the Irish temperance society.

In conclusion...very affronted and upset....They never
invited ME!

Signed.

'Grumpy' Of Chingford, London

The amount of times you should call yourself Jim today is:

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