7 pm: The conspiracy is underway..
I don't know how I didn't see it coming, how I didn't smell it in the air. Everything seemed normal... VERY normal. The usual lads arrived at the pub at their usual times, the banter was plentiful, and the drinks were flowing. How could I not see the conspiracy taking place right beneath my nose?
What conspiracy you may be asking? Well... I'll get to that soon.
So we moved on between bars, eventually ending up at one of my favourites - Revolution - a trendy bar which specialises in turning your world upside down with all manner of potent vodkas. (Try the Transylvanian Blood Vodka..)
Exhibit C: Hendy (front left) is still none too pleased about the continual banter concerning his ex. Well... it was either that, or he was still ruing the loss
of BOTH finger puppets.
So much vodka.. so little time...
Exhibit D: Everyone at the bar (even tasty barmaid) is shocked as Dixon unearths a crumbled twenty note from his pocket. That poor note hasn't seen the light of day in months...
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