"Someone's been sick in the sink!"
A bit of a belated post concerned the weekend frolics, but its better to be late than, erm, not bother at all! Friday's "all nighter" at Ramshackles started with a bizarre train journey to Birmingham, where a passenger near us was firing nail clippings in all directions of the carriage. She must have overheard some of our sarcastic comments as when we we're waiting by the doorway of the train, she tried to fire off some lame comments about a gay bar and matching footwear. Funny, seeing as the only one sporting an Abraham Lincoln style beard was her. Anyways, a few sarcastic rebounds left her scurrying for cover in the confinds of Snow Hill station.
From there, it was a quick drink at Weatherspoons (huddled up near the fire exit as it was jam packed) then onto the Carling Academy. Now I know a bit about customer service due to my years in Marketing, but you don't need any sort of background to realise that in the bar next door to it, you really need two people serving and not one. It seemed like I was waiting forever for my cue jumper ticket and cheap beer. Still, it wasn't a dead loss - I somehow managed to get a free pint (I still got it). Unfortunately it was from a man, but hey!
The last point of call was of course Ramshackles for approx. 8 hours worth of dance floor antics. I must say I was rather impressed with some of the chosen tracks, particularly one's by the Transplants, Panic! at the Disco and Blink 182 (hey I'm a pop-punk type of guy at heart!). By the time 5:30am rolled around, the lights were flicked on and our night had finally ended.
A peaceful walk to the bus stop as the morning broke was quite a surreal site around Birmingham City centre, but a welcome one. Suprisingly I wasn't remotely tired and stayed awake for the bus ride home .. funny seeing as I thought I'd be asleep in the corner with a coat over my head by 2am! Just goes to show the conditioning from those years of working through the night of college assignments never truly leaves you! Anyways, Sir Christopher of Bate had beaten me to it, so if I had snoozed off too, we would have ended up on the way back to Birmingham!
Finally got back home at around 7am. Now that's what you call a night out ;o)
From there, it was a quick drink at Weatherspoons (huddled up near the fire exit as it was jam packed) then onto the Carling Academy. Now I know a bit about customer service due to my years in Marketing, but you don't need any sort of background to realise that in the bar next door to it, you really need two people serving and not one. It seemed like I was waiting forever for my cue jumper ticket and cheap beer. Still, it wasn't a dead loss - I somehow managed to get a free pint (I still got it). Unfortunately it was from a man, but hey!
The last point of call was of course Ramshackles for approx. 8 hours worth of dance floor antics. I must say I was rather impressed with some of the chosen tracks, particularly one's by the Transplants, Panic! at the Disco and Blink 182 (hey I'm a pop-punk type of guy at heart!). By the time 5:30am rolled around, the lights were flicked on and our night had finally ended.
A peaceful walk to the bus stop as the morning broke was quite a surreal site around Birmingham City centre, but a welcome one. Suprisingly I wasn't remotely tired and stayed awake for the bus ride home .. funny seeing as I thought I'd be asleep in the corner with a coat over my head by 2am! Just goes to show the conditioning from those years of working through the night of college assignments never truly leaves you! Anyways, Sir Christopher of Bate had beaten me to it, so if I had snoozed off too, we would have ended up on the way back to Birmingham!
Finally got back home at around 7am. Now that's what you call a night out ;o)
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