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| I expected this to be about New Zealand's fantastic victory in the third test. Instead it is a lot more entertaining than that, mostly at my expense. I hope you enjoy. |
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| Well it was bound to happen at some stage! What a blowout, I have had many of these in my time but not many can compare to the last weekend. The plan for the weekend was to watch the rugby in the morning then catch the train to Notts to watch the last three days of the cricket test. Both Bevan and I were excited as it was shaping up to be a cracker of a test match. I went round to Sharon's for a BBQ the night before we were leaving, and that's when it all started to go horribly wrong. One drink lead to another and the next thing I knew I was off my face at the local aussie and kiwi pub chopping pints and dancing up a storm. By this stage I had missed the last tube to Bevan's place, so in our absolute wisdom Sharon and I decided we should not go to the next club but instead it would be far more prudent to go back to her place, wake up the rest of her flatmates and keep drinking. The result was: turning up to watch the rugby at 8.30am without any sleep and still drunk as a skunk. In typical fashion I could only see one way out of this predicament, and of course that was drinking my way out of it. (Very Silly) |
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| We arrived at the cricket around 1.30pm and once again I was straight to the bar to get some drinks. The moment I sat down I split a full cup of larger over everyone around us, immediately got up and proclaimed "I guess I need another". So I walked off and left Bevan to deal with the cold stares and grumpy comments from the patrons sitting near us. The cricket was going well, unfortunately that same could not be said for me. I was shattered! I came to the conclusion that if I was going to make it out tonight I had to go back to the hotel and get some zzz's. Two hours later I was rudely awoken by Dugdale and Bevan thumping on the door telling me to put my skirt on, as it was time to hit it again. Here we go.... |
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| The first few beers went down a treat so I thought it was about time I stepped up to something a bit stronger, and what do you know they had Wild Turkey! At about 2am we were moving on to another night club and next I know I have lost everyone. For those of you that have been out with me before there is a high chance that this was not an accident. What occurred next is very hazy so bare with me. I meet a girl who was kind enough to look after me and we went back to her place. The next thing I knew we had left her place and were getting kicked out of the train station after being told it was closed. So we went to a taxi stand we she appeared to be negotiating with the driver, she put me into the cab and I remember she had this look on her face that she had done a sterling job to get me a taxi. So there I was off to my hotel, which was about 20mins out of Nottingham. I fell asleep in the cab almost straight away. I was woken by the driver asking me where I lived. To which I replied "Village Hotel" he said that's fine, but I don't how to get to Docklands first. I looked out the window and saw some very large building that didn't look like Nottingham, "Where the f#@k am I" I said. "London of course" I was in a state of shock, somehow instead of taking a 20min ride to the hotel I had taken a 2hr pilgrimage to London. "How much do I owe you" to which the driver replied you paid in Nottingham. "How much did I pay you?", "�120"!. I couldn"t believe it I had just paid $350 for a bloody taxi ride, I could have flown to Rome or New York and back for that amount. In hindsight I guess it was lucky I wasn't near an airport, who knows where I could have woken up. |
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I didn't even have my key to get into Bevan and Kel's place so I got the driver to take me to Sharons. There I was just like old times throwing stones at Shazza's� window to let me in after a night on the piss. She certainly was surprised to see me, and even more surprised to find out I hadn't come back with Bevan. I arrived at her place around� 6am in the morning, got 3hrs sleep, woke up and realised I now had to get back to Nottingham (There goes another 40 quid). There was a train leaving at 11am so I jumped on the tube at East Acton for the short ride to Kings Cross. I guess that would have been too simple! I fell asleep on the tube and woke up at Sheppard's Bush which is next stop from Sharon's, The tube carried one and to my surprise the next stop was East Acton. I had been asleep so long I had ridden the Central Line all the way to the end, and back to where I started. So instead of getting the 11am train to Notts I was getting the 1pm train. The train ride was the longest ride of my life. I got to Nottingham paid �20 to get a taxi to the hotel to get my ticket, another �20 to get back to Trent Bridge. I arrived at 4.45pm was lucky enough to see about an hour of England whitewashing us in the series, than we decided there was no point staying in Notts any longer so we packed up and headed to train station and went back to London!!!!!!! |
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| All in all it was a great weekend I paid about $1000 to watch three hours of cricket and spend eleven hours either in a train, taxi or on the tube. So it just goes to show I've still got my good stuff. |
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Over and Out Richie |
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