| Crawlin' in Chelmsford |
| Ah, a famous night which I'm sure some of us will never forget and others already have (as quickly as the grains of sand could possibly pass through their hurrying fingers would let them). Come to think of it, did this evening even happen? <struggles to remember> Let's leave it for the photographic evidence to tell the tale... |
| The evening began with Mathura and I in (wait for it) The Compasses. Yes, that indeed is the old-man pub opposite school. Yes, we are COOL, dammit! Interestingly we were the only females in the fine establishment other than the half woman half wolf behind the bar. We spent a few hours discussing important things like how the heck those underage chavs at the pool table were managing to spin the ball in such a physics-defying manner, and whether it would be a pleasant experience to have the fit barman's dad behind the bar. While this high quality discussion was occurring we managed to consume between us a pint of carling, a jack and coke and two pints of snakebite, the vodka-containing sort, of course. |
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| After having *cunningly* broken into school (is that an ablative absolute?) to have a cigarette (cos we're rock N roll), the poses began. That gate is Mathura's BEST FRIEND. Don't mock her for it, she might hit you. Or at least call you a biochemist. |
| Next we ventured via KEGS (the spoilsports had locked the gates!) to The Ship, where we both indulged in a double Jack and Coke. Here we stole some beer mats for Nic, and Nic phoned me up to say, "Are you actually crawling down the high street? Please don't hurt your knees." Right. We went to Essex Kebab (is that what it's called?) where we saw a man reading the nation's men's favourite weekly magazine (The Grocer) and a sign asking us whether or not we were piefectionists. HOW WITTY WAS THAT SIGN? Especially since it was in a shop which sold ACTUAL pies. Pie shop... piefectionists! Boy, that one really knocked me out. |
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| You'll be overjoyed to see how i've learnt to resize images. Go me! This is how it looked when Mathura and I finally made it to the Peg at 10.45 after having made a brief double-whisky-for-eight-pounds trip to the Hot House. I arrived and generously bought Mathura and myself a double overproof rum and coke each, Nic a double whisky and Char a double archers and lemonade (GIRL!) Don't think this is a regular occurrence. When i realised how little money I actually had left i also realised that it would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN! |
| Well before long Mathura went home, last orders were called (and missed by us) and we ventured home by the last train. It was a fancy slam-door Anglia one (none of this skanky "one" service for us, please). We had fun on the train: |
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