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I've
always known that alcohol 'rots' the brain. In this case it is most
definately correct. This night happened on the 29th of December 2005
(I think) and I discovered these pictures last night and had completely
forgot to put them up here. Anyway, the night out was a trip to the
Newhampton pub in a place called Whitmore Reans followed by a spilt
pint of Magners Cider in a pub called The Halfway House... |
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From left to right. Jason and Dave. I've known these two for about the same amount of time. I was introduced to them by Chad P a few years back. This is the Newhampton pub and we were in the 'Smoke' room. The idea behind a smoke room was literally for that - smoking. Probably not the best place to be in when you're trying to quit... |
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The two Chads. I think I've pretty much covered everything in Chad world don't you think? |
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Alex Piekarski. Who? A new visitor to the Unplanned Journey! I've known Alex since I was very young. He used to play french horn in the brass band I was in and then we both moved into the Wolverhampton Youth Orchestra and shared many a tour drinking our way across Europe and various other places. He currently lives and works down south and it's been a while since I saw him! I'm glad he managed to come along! |
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This is Dave and his missus Caroline I think her name was? I've met her before but never really talked to her until this night. She's a nice gal! | |
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Hmmm - I still haven't lost my childish qualities... | |
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The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town ohhhh yeahhh or however it goes. Couldn't think of anything special to write here. I seem to be interested in something else though... | |
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As an ex-smoker, I demanded that Chad should pick up some pig snacks for the group, well, me. He did and he got the famous variety of 'Ace' pork Scratchings. Just thinking about them is making me feel hungary again... | |
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Al - or 'Big Gay Al' as we affectionately call him (he's not gay btw ladies) - dives into the pig snacks with his eyes closed. Perhps he's re-living some weird fantasy? | |
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If you've never heard of or seen a pork scratching, you probably wouldn't eat them. If you were to taste one blindfolded, I'm sure you would beg to differ. Beg you would, beg. While I'm here, has anybody actually 'begged' to differ? It's never happened to me. Perhaps I'm always right... | |
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"We're thrilled to be here, honestly..." or.. "Hmmm, so thermonuclear activity is at an all-time low for the area of Cornwall? I beg to differ..." |
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Jason reveals his phone to the group... It's one of those camera phones but instead of looking like a phone, it looks like a camera. Personally, I would not want to walk down the street talking into a camera - you might get funny looks... |
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Seriously jason, it's only a phone, camera, phone - whatever! | |
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Chad's second bag of pig snacks. Pig. Now you're probably wondering that considering how alcohol I consume, I've a pretty fine memory. No? Skip this bit then. Yes? Ok, I couldn't remember but I'm good at spotting stuff. If you look at the bottom right-hand corner, you can see another packet there, and I do remember him only buying one at a time! See - I'm clever really... |
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One of those 'just for the picture' pictures. Having crammed in most of the packet, chad mumbled 'get the camera' or was it 'doctor'.... | |
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Now you know why we call him big gay al. | |
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Big gay jason. I could go on forever with this... Jason is an professional upholsterer by trade. He's about 3 foot tall and uses his height to his advantage. He can actually upholster furniture from the inside out... |
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"When I was a lad, we used to get fed this stuff for breakfast and dinner. After breakfast, we would all be sent down t'pit to do a spot of mining and then we'd have a flask of soup. I remember when all this were fields..." We always take the piss out of jason - he's the eldest out of all of us at the tender age of 35 I think. |
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We'd had a few pints and were happy. Next pub - the Halfway House. Chad P and Jason went home - they had to work the next day. We moved on... | |
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This was the only pic that turned out from the halfway house, sorry. I was feeling a little bit pissed though - I'd just knocked over a pint of Magners Cider (my own) and then it was too late to order another as the bar was closing. Here's a pic of Alex holding his.
Well - that's the end of the forgotten night. Click below to see what else I've been upto! |
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