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Si: "We're lost dude!"
Me: "Screw you, my sence of direction is fuckin' impecible!"
S: "So where are we?"
M: [wipes steam off window] "Donington."
S: "WHY THE FUCK ARE WE IN FUCKIN DONINGTON!?"
M: "I dont know. Well, its Castle Donington to be exact. Oh, lets go to a castle, I havent been to a castle in years!"
S: "Its 8:30pm! We aint going to a fuckin' castle, we gotta get to Rock City!!" (Nottingham)
M: "Gay."
S: "What does the map say."
M: "Its says 'Si's mom wears crotchless panties'... Haha... nah, it doesnt really say that. I chewed through the latter half of the directions."
S: "Twat."
M: "Correction, 'twat hat' thank you!"
S: "What?"
M: "Doesnt matter... Oh, go left here!"
S: "Why!?"
M: "Theres more lights."
S: "Huh?"

So we get to Nottingham, without getting lost. Well 'majorly lost' anyway. But amazingly we spent longer looking for somewhere to park that fullfills our requirements:
1. Somewhere that wont be locked up at 2am
2. Somewhere where we wont get shot at or ass raped when returning to.
3. Somewhere within staggering distance of Rock City.

So long story short...We get into Rock City at about 10:20pm

At about 11 Jim finally rolls up, clad in his usual attire, which consists of Black tshirt, Cons, and eye wateringly tight jeans. It truely pains me to see him even slightly move while his wearing this stuff. How he hasnt castrated himself yet is beyond me.

So the nights pretty standard; talk to countless people who Ive never met before, yet somehow seem to know me. Polish off nigh on a bottle of JD, which seems to astonish the same barmaid I keep going back to, as everyone else im with is staggering around and falling down stairs while im chain smoking and knocking back doubles.
Only really shook my ass to two songs, one of which being the Pendulum Remix of Voodoo People (which by the way if you havent bought yet, get it! Its blinding!)
Oh and queued up for my bag for about a goddamn hour!

Outside's all a little blurry as by this time all the whisky in my system decided to bust a move and start affecting my timing, balance and judgment. But from eye witness accounts I apprently slipped into 'Bernard Mode' and started abusing the 'burger guy' on behalf of everyone whos order he had got wrong then refused to change. According to Jim this went down quite well with everyone (except the burger guy, obviously) and I was crowned a legend by a big group of old school punks. Yay me!
We left and walked back to the car. I gave my remaining chips to a pretty girl who asked for one. Appologised for them not being beautifully wrapped. Then bid her fairwell inorder to run off and stop Si getting hit by an on coming Renault Megane whos exaust was dragging along the ground.
We got to the car and crashed out till about 9am ish' then decided to make out way back home via the nearest service station just as the silver Ford Escort infront of us was (from what we could make out) stolen by two black guys.

Si: "Awww last night was pretty good man."
Me: "Must have been... youve got a foot print on your back."
S: "Yeah I know, its yours! Hey! Do you remember what you said to that girl who was chatting to me?"
[Bad memories ]
M: "Not really."
S: "You came up, cus' I had your lighter and she got all arsey and called you a dick."
M: "What did I say?"
S: "You said something about throwing a bucket of water over her and rolling her back into the sea!"
M: "Oh... shit."
S: "Nah dont worry about it, she was really up her own arse man."
M: "Fair do's."
S: "And you fuckin' cleared the main room to Refused dude. You knocked to guys on their asses then everyone around you spread out and just watched in awe till you collapsed at the end."
M: "Then what happened?"
S: "Couple of people picked you up, you picked the glass out your hands then lit a ci... DUDE! Theyre playing Huey Lewis and the News in here man!"

Then we started dancing in the middle of the shop as we gathered our post binge junk food, red bull, and a fake plastic dog turd. I asked the woman at the counter if they sold that 'shit in a can', she didnt know, so I left it at that.

So, that was Saturday night and Sunday morning in my world... Keep checking back as I may update if Jim can remember what, if anything else happened.


Freezing to death in the car...


So... how was all your guy's weekends?