Well, the Blue Team thing did not go down so well, I mean. 2 Quid an hour?? Who the hell are they kidding? So I am back to being a data cabling technician. 8 hour days, 60 quid a day.
On To the drinking...
This friday 3rd of February I went out to have a few drinks with friends, you know the usual relaxed thing. We went to a pub called Zulu's had one snakebite(think beer with some raspberry flavouring) there, then I met up with some other friends from my old work as security guard in a pub called The Walnut Tree. CHEAPEST fucking place you can buy drinks in london. For £10 you can get relaxed, for £20 you can get pissed to hell and back!
So I decided to go for double brandy and coke = £2.50. Now that may not seem as much, only like 8 glasses of the drink, but the people at Weatherspoons(The walnut tree is part of a chain of pubs called weatherspoons) decided to pour in 50ml of coke to every shot of brandy.
An unfortunate series of events...
The first thing I remembered from friday nite, was that I walked out of Weatherspoons, angy at someone for saying that OzzY Osbourne sucks balls, so I went back to Zulu's. Met someone there who calls himself 'The Stiaan'. Got home at 01:00(regular public transport in london finishes off at that time) Woke up next to the porcelain throne, moved to my bed, slept some and when I finally woke up someone wrote on my palms the words Thank You. Now at times like these a product called BIOPLUS comes in very handy, so I drank my last bioplus effervescent tablet, and continued the rest of my saturday. Only to find out that the one sick fucker in our house decided that taking pictures of me while I was sleeping next to the throne would be really funny. He was not drunk...
My next post would be something of a history lesson of my doings here in london...
ROCK ON
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