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G is for brain Haemorrhage:
Ok, we messed up again. Alphabet? Pah! We were using our creativity. Well it got late so we taxied round to Hombre, alas. There were about three people in there and the music was cheesy (Holiday Madonna, Amarillo etc) and we remembered becky's method of requesting songs by writing them on her arm, so we joined in, again creatively. |
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H is for Hombre de Bahia (the cocktail):
This cocktail comes hand in hand with the compulsory wearing of cocktail decorations. Ultimate cool. |
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I is for Blue Aftershock and Red Bull:
Yes, I admit it, this was my idea: a drink that not only begins with a letter other than I, but also doesn't have a single letter I in its spelling. I am good. Sillyness ensued. |
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I am a physics student. I will read everything on this colourful recepticle. |
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My neck, my back, wench Mr Patttrick just like that.
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But can you guess who wrote which? |
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We became good friends with a man called Anthony Paul Jill Moon. He bought us a bottle of wine and told us about his sexual preferences... I shan't share them here. We left Hombre and waited for the night bus to arrive: |
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It's THE CLAW! |
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To the right is I looking very much like I'm doing something shady on a street corner. And in the middle is liverpool street: shoes abandoned, far too much pastry eaten, we got on a train and went to sleep only to wake up in... Slow. Ironic. Handclap. |
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