My House, Brentwood
In between brightly coloured, garishly-flavoured vodka shots purchased from the beacon not a few hours before, James models the latest fashion accessory. Straight from Ireland, yes, it's the Guinness sunglasses. An absolute MUST for any summer wardrobe. Especially Alex's.
Mornington Crescent Tube
After discracing everyone by making them walk to the wrong end of Camden High Street we decided to take the tube back. One stop. Sarah took some *really good* arty pictures. Here is one fine example of her original artistic talent.
The Spreadeagle Public House
We saw a band of random noise at the Electric Ballroom but James and Frost got separated. After Mathura very kindly wore my shoes for a time, we eventually found them in the spreadeagle. Note: this was not one of the crawl venues. Here we (excluding our token teetotaler, whose ethnicity does not allow her to drink)did tequila shots and southern comforts. It was great. And pretty inexpensive.
Onwards to page two, where i can promise candid photographic evidence of toilet humour, binge drinking, child abuse, gratuitous flaunting of the law and even a bit of the old bestiality. Enjoy!
