Anyway, it was great to meet a few more off here and we had a blast in the Gunners. Sorry we didn't make it back to the pins after; we ended up in the Library on Upper street and then Galasso phoned so we hung around to meet him. Turned out he was flying back to Germany at 7am so we had to stay drinking with him until 3am (I think) when he got his taxi to the airport.
Fordy, Doc J and I then went on to a real dodgy Russian bar in Shoreditch til about 5am where every bloke was white but all spoke like they "wuz black gangstas respect, bling, innit, etc etc..." Hilarious aresholes...
Doris, Gus and me.
Pixie, ds and me.
Boomer, Dicko, me and Dicko's really sound mate off here whose name I cannot remember, all apologies mate, please ID yourself.
Boomer inserting someting into Rebel...
Steary and his wrecking crew including crocit and (again) two sound lads whose names Mr Beer won't let me remember. ID please, boys...
Fordy, me, ds, Ed and Doc J
Me and Stats.
Ed, an Asian couple we "adopted" for a beering session, me and Galasso.
Ed (a little "emotional" about the result) and me.
Boomer and mate (sorry man, name no longer in my beer sozzled brain) please ID...
Anyway, great trip, great company in the Gunners and elsewhere, great piss up, great kebab at 5am, great hangover...
Pity the Arse let us down, huh?
Oh and the usual shit near-death experience flight home with LyingAir... fucking turbulance all over, circle the runway ten times at a near 45 degree angle and then customary slam-landing into runway before an actual huge skid off over to the left...
fuck me, I thought we were fucked there...
Note to self; stop flying with those wankers, it's only money...
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