seagull

What a night! Somehow whenever Paul is involved in a night out it turns into crazy mashed up carnage. We started off having a civilised meal (pete, rosie, dan, christine and I) with no alcohol passing our lips (well i speak for everyone apart for christine - this alcoholic is very good at hiding her problem but I've sussed the bitch out already). Then we headed towards Paul's to drag him and Dave to a rugby bar in town. Somehow we lost Christine with Paul and Dave and it was the general cosensus that she was in fact dressed up in her leathers, standing above Paul on his all fours whilst Dave was filming the spanking action. They were gone quite a while.

After a few pints, Pete 'karaoke queen' Stubbs and Paul suggested all you can drink karaoke. Dave and I were the only takers so the four of us headed off in search for some vocal intercourse. We couldn't find one near so I took the lead and directed them to the 'seagull snack bar'. This bar is where I went after my sports day enkai and I had promised Mama Tomocha (the land lady of this haunt) that I would return soon. We were vaulted into seats as soon as we opened the door to this shoe box of a bar. The other punters were quite reserved and were obviously just having a quiet night. Paul's opening 'living on a prayer' put an end to all of that. Our glasses were never empty, food was brought to us and we were the party. By the end of it all, the other 8 people in this bar were singing along and getting in to the swing of things. We were drunken disgraces but they loved it. Paul falling asleep on the bar was our prompt to leave. It was such a good night but I don't remember much of it.