| Prom the First (end of exams celebration...) |
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| "You both look like prostitutes. I REALLY think you need to get changed!" Thanks, mum. Well, i thought we looked ok...ish. |
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| Apparently wearing The Wig runs in the family. Here we have daddy sporting the Ozzy look and brother looking very thrilled to be looking how he does. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| This was the night of the drinking alphabet, yes A the whole way through to, erm, I. Observe: A is for Aniseed: Mixed cunningly by myself, pre-leaving. It was delicious. Cough. B is for Beer: Consumed with Char and Frost in the Nag's Head right after chemistry and shopping |
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| C is for Champagne: My first ever, would you believe it! We were situated in The Crusted Pipe (??) in Covent Garden and it was raining & thundering so hard that it was coming through the roof and we had to sit under an arch in a doorway. Here we spotted this lock, which we were convinced was spelt wrong. Hmmm. |
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| D is for Drambuie: My first ever again, consumed in the originally-named Bar 38. The drink itself was like whisky with honey in and the ice got in my way. The bar was bustling, but plain, and the toilet had a door that opened all by itself... all i have to say is oook. |
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| E is for Daquiri (strawberry): Yes, we messed up with the alphabet, but to be fair, it woulda been pretty tricky to find eggnog. This was, yet again, a first. We had relocated across the rainy road to a place called The Long Island Iced Tea Bar. It was really pretty and had candles and a video screen of fish. |
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| F is for French Martini: Still in the tea bar we had these fantastically girly concoctions. The funny stories begin here. |
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| Man One: "The bar ARE paying you to be here, right? You can't be here of your own accord..." Man Two: "Would you like to go to Stringfellows with me?" (!!!!!) Man Three: "You're too good for her! You deserve me..." |
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| Whilst happily taking photos of ourselves (see LEFT) we were approached by Man Four: "I can take a better photo than that!" (see RIGHT) |
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| ---> PAGE TWO (more photos, less commentary, I promise...) |
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