We began the night here in an overpriced snakebite/bloody mary fashion. We made friends with this guy who may or may not have been gay, and may or may not have been Jamie Oliver. Who knows.
We did tequila shots, cheated the barman out of a couple of aftershock shots, touched a welsh flags (and other parts of the welshman), made friends with an australian woman and tried to break into a gay bar. Cat and Vicky went to the holiday inn and asked if they had a love nest available.
Below: see our cheesy grins. Emma's was slightly less cheesy cos she wasn't drinking.
More tequila, NO overpriced absinthe, and chatting up of random men. Yes yes oh yay! I think I must've taught everyone the wasted sign too.
THE LEGEND LIVES ON!
The whole crew outside the Black Rose. This was on the way home. can you tell? I wouln't know. Honest.
