I'm not really superstitious and when a friday falls on the same time as the number 13, I don't bother too much. However, I was paid a visit by Lynda (See St. Martin) for a couple of days and we decided to go to Bridgnorth which is by the River Severn and just slightly down river from the infamous 'Ironbridge'. King Charles II described Bridgnorth as having the finest views in his Kingdom (I think it was charles 2nd, I may be wrong) and there is still a few remains of one of his castles from when it was almost demolished in the civil war. After this we went out in Wolverhampton and got drunk...
     
  I love Bridgnorth. I would invest in property here just for the view alone. Maybe king charles was right? Obviously there have been a few changes since his statement, but I reckon it's one of my top 10 favourite places!
Unfortunately, this is all that is left of the castle in Bridgnorth. It was destroyed in the civil war and only a small tower remains.
Bridgnorth is split into 2 parts: Low Town and High Town. The picture shows the cliff railway which connects the two parts. We walked down to the river but we decided to invest 80 pence in a ticket to the top again. 80 pence, incidently, is for a return.
Not a lot to say other than it's me in the cliff railway. Well, I suppose I could also say I need a haircut and need to lose weight...
Well, this is Lyn in the said lift. erm, she doesn't need a haircut and clearly doesn't need to lose weight. Maybe she needs something else? Leave your answers in the forum...
 

Moving on...

It's night time now and we went into Tettenhall for a couple of drinks with Chad P and Dave. Lyn and I got there early and we were eagerly awaiting their appearance. This pub is the Mitre Inn by the way.

Lyn is excited at the mere thought of meeting another ginger person...

(her's isn't real though, I've seen it brunette)
They arrived. Pints were pulled and we all chatted in an adult and proper manner...
...and then I spoiled it all by looking at lyn's tits. I didn't really. If you look carefully, I am looking at her nipples. No. If you actually, really, deeply look into my eyes - I'm feeling a bit pissed.
Is dave gonna puke? Is dave gonna cough? Has dave farted? Who knows. Whatever he's done - Lyn loves it.
 
We're not that drunk yet, but were well on route for it. I think at this point we may have moved on into Wolverhampton City Centre for the rest of the night.
 
We visited the Cuban Exchange...
...the hog's head...
...and the quadrant bar.

Ok - we're drunk now...

 

I suspect dave is a little more drunk than the rest of us though...
 

I can't remember what we're all looking at, but I'll try and figure it out...

I'm looking up at the mirror on the ceiling which is conveniently reflecting a reflection off the perfectly poslished tiles and revealing an image of a girl's pants. Chad is just looking at the reflection on the floor of the girl's pants and Dave is looking at his own reflection because he really is that vain...
 

We had moved onto the Revolution Bar now and were hitting the vodkas like we'd never drunk before. Well, I was anyway.

I'm not entirely sure what my inspiration was for this, other than the alcoholic inspiration. Dave seemed a bit eager to grab my tits though.
 

...and here's the evidence!

This was the end of the night for us and I was to wave Lyn a fond farewell as she headed off to London and then back to Ireland and then to Australia. Me? I went to Portsmouth...
 
Have a butchers' at what I did in Portsmouth...
Have your say in my forum...
Go back to the top of the page and make your own mind up...