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It's
been a while since I've been out in Wolverhampton City Centre, well
about a month. Anyway, I've been staying at emma's house for a while
to use her faster-than-mine broadband and we counted our pocket money
for that week and between us, all we could muster was a total of £30.
Could we drink cheaply and still get drunk? Would we have to walk home?
Could we make it through the night with only one packet of cigarettes?
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The beginning... From left to right: Me, Emma, Bahman and Danielle. We started our mission at emma's place armed with Blue Curacao, orange juice, vodka, champagne and lemonade. In true binge drinking form, we mixed them all together in our glasses and drank it all at speed. This would ensure that emma and I wouldn't go over our £30 budget. Or would we... |
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In the city... Our first port of call was The Moon Under Water, a JD Wetherspoons public house. I thought I'd get the first round and made the mistake of ordering 4 double vodka and cokes with 2 Blue WKD's. This came to the total of £14 - shit - half the budget spent already. Saying that though, this is the cheapest pub in the city. We mixed the WKD's with the vodka and cokes and drank them quickly and headed off for the Walkabout pub/bar. If you've never been to one, it is an Australian theme pub. |
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Walkabout, dance about... I think the girls wanted to go in here to have a bit of a boogie. Bahman (or batman as he is affectionately known) knew the bouncer and got the girls in for gratis. However, we got charged £2 to enter and as Bahman had paid for the taxi, I paid for him to get in. That was another £4 down the swanee. That only left £12 in the kitty and I was worried (and pissed). |
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The photographer's assistant... I'm lazy when it comes to carrying things around and It's bad enough carrying my oversized camera about, let alone the case aswell. As you can see, emma makes a good assistant. The DJ at the Walkabout is short and bald. This is him. |
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Danielle gets lucky... No, not really. Unless you call a kiss on the cheek getting lucky. Maybe it may of led to something more if they'd of been on a secluded beach on a tropical island somewhere. Maybe. Or maybe I just read too much into these things. Maybe. Or maybe I can't think of anything to type for this picture. Maybe... |
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Dancing... It's about midnight now and we were all well on our way. Batman had got the last round and we were still on the vodka and cokes. Doubles. It could only get worse. |
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Busking... With the budget reaming at a poor £7, I picked up this guy's guitar and started singing. Emma assisted me by standing next to me and looking good. I sang a couple of tunes (I think) and was singing abuse to passers by. |
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Busked... It wasn't working. Nobody gave us any money and nobody even applauded my efforts. I did get a few smiles, but that's as far as it got. Oh well, £7 and counting... |
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Relief... We gave the guy back his guitar and he smiled as we walked away and left him to it. He probably didn't make any money either. |
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Fancy Dress? Wolverhampton can be quite unpredictable at times and this was one of those riveting times. Out of nowhere, six people appeared dressed in strange attire. Or was it four? Anyway, I'm not sure what they were doing or what they were meant to be, but we got a picture of them. |
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The Little Civic. No - this is Emma. That's not some strange nickname I have for her. We entered 'The Little Civic' and they play a variety of indie and britpop classics in here. We had tried to get into Yates's Wine Lodge but I was wearing trainers and they wouldn't let me in. Not that I was bothered, it's normally full of chavs and the like and it's always way too busy for my liking - maybe I'm getting old and I prefer a wuiet pint. Ok - I am getting old. |
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