Right, so we were sitting in this pub having a glass of wine and another spectacular idea came over us.
-I wonder how far it is to Covent Garden from here?
- Dunno. Far enough though.
- I'm gonna have a look on my phone.... Right, it says 1.7 miles.
- Thats pretty far
- No its not, we could walk it.
- Really?! In heels? Are you sure?
- Yeah, it will be fine!
- Hmm... I'm not convinced. It's only 6pm. Got a long time to go wearing these shoes!
- We can stop on the way at few pubs.
- Ok, which direction do we go in?
- Dunno. Down there.
- You sure?
- No. But don't worry. Its all under control.
We stopped at the next pub and got N to pick us up in the cab. Bollocks to walking. And bollocks to walking in the right direction. Its definitely over-rated! Who came up with that little gem?! Huh?!
The research I was intending to carry out, to answer the Adam Levine V's Lucien Laviscount debate, started about now. I can now confirm that the scientific research it is complete twaddle! (Yes, twaddle is most definitely a real word!). But to be fair, what we had to work with was limited.
At 3am, my damage limitation mode had saved me from vomiting in the toilets and falling down stairs, but I was TIRED, drunk and started thinking about my bed more than vodka.
Time to go! Yeah?... not so bloody easy!
J was eating some guys face off, N was all over some sqaddie, P was dancing her little heart out and H was being harrassed by some crazed Italian guy. We left N in the club with squaddie. She did not want to come home with us.
Eventually we get a cab, with an addition to the numbers... Milo... Who the fuck is Milo? Some random guy with ADHD. This was the LONGEST cab journey I have ever had!
J and Milo were chewing on each other. P and this mad Caribbean cabbie were having a debate about drink driving and drugs which quickly turned into why the London riots happened. Full on Reggae music blasting out. ADHD boy joining the conversation with a Caribbean accent... J telling him to stop talking. H sat there arguing with the cabbie. I had my eyes closed, concerntrating on not vomiting down the back of car seat, and trying to block out the chaos around me.
I do not wish to see 4am for a LONG time!
I do not wish to have a girls nights out for a LONG time.
I do not wish to drink for a
I do not wish to have a cab journey with a mad Caribbean man for a LONG time.