7.30 pm: Vodka is still flowing..
We love Vodka. But we love cheap vodka even more, so we inhabited one particular corner of the bar for far too long..
Exhibit E: Aww... what a pretty picture! Eight people well on their way to vodka heaven. From left: Hendy, Wilson, Norman, Jimmy, Robbie, myself, Angell, and Dixon. Who could resist us?
Well, as it turned out.. the barmaid for one, but it was her loss.
After all manner of flavoured vodka shots, and with our wallets now significantly lighter, we move on. But now we have a problem...
Angell wanted to meet one of his mates in a bar down the road... I'm not happy. This bar is the epitomy of crap bars, the type of place where strictly the under 18s and the over 40s drink worryingly uneasily side-by-side. NO ONE likes this bar.. NO ONE.
Exhibit F: Angell (third in from left) wanted to meet a "friend" at the worst bar in town. Even as I (far right) grin menacingly in this photo, I'm considering how I can avoid the sawdusted floors and welfare scroungers of the next bar.... (alright, slight exaggeration)
So, in my half-pissed state I have a wonderful compromise.. let's take a vote. Now, you have to understand I am fairly confident of winning this ballot. I KNOW that most of my mates hate this bar, heck EVERYONE hates this bar. I'm expecting a landslide.....
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