The St Pat's Post
So as I outlined in the last post, I was a little Green under the gills on Saint Patrick’s Day. I arrived at the pub two hours late nursing a coffee, while my nauseas stomach and aching brain competed for the title of "most painful bodily organ". I was treated to the obligatory "Hero’s Welcome" when I entered the Bar, the Salutations traditionally reserved for only two kinds of people – returning War Veterans, and people who are the last to arrive at a party where everybody else is drunk and affectionate.
Usually it’s a good feeling when everybody is so drunkenly pleased to see you, but in this situation with my crippling hang-over I found the large group of people calling my name and all the hugging and kissing on the cheek a little unnerving. I ended up sitting outside on a bench in the cold for a good ten minutes before joining the festivities again. It turned out to be a great night of drinking, here are a few photos.
Helen sorta looks like Salma Hayek, and is also skilled at balancing random stuff on her head.
There is a high wall that separates a bad hangover from a good Beer Buzz, and it’s certainly not an easy one to climb. I’m celebrating the successful transition by lighting a cigarette off a bar candle. I have no idea whose sunglasses they are, but they were vital to stop my throbbing eye-balls from falling out of my skull.
At some point in the night a team of guys were celebrating a Championship win and were letting us drink Champagne out of the Award Cup. This guy was part of our party, but I don’t remember his name. He looks like the lead singer of "The Darkness", so let’s call him "Justin".
It was Will’s birthday, so he got to take the first drink.
We didn’t know the name of the team or which league they were playing in. Fuck, we didn’t even know which sport they were playing. But it didn’t matter, we could still taste the victory.
The Cuban Bar was followed by Hydro Bar, which in turn was followe by the Clapham Grand. The photo above is from the Grand. The shot makes it look like some kind of modern classy Night Club. Trust me, it's not.
Kate, Rusty, Helen, Will. All students in the Shaolin School of Photo Posing.
The Sunday after. Jonno, Toby, Jono, Yatesy. Celebrating the end of yet another London weekend with beers at the Clapham North pub.
Usually it’s a good feeling when everybody is so drunkenly pleased to see you, but in this situation with my crippling hang-over I found the large group of people calling my name and all the hugging and kissing on the cheek a little unnerving. I ended up sitting outside on a bench in the cold for a good ten minutes before joining the festivities again. It turned out to be a great night of drinking, here are a few photos.
Helen sorta looks like Salma Hayek, and is also skilled at balancing random stuff on her head.
There is a high wall that separates a bad hangover from a good Beer Buzz, and it’s certainly not an easy one to climb. I’m celebrating the successful transition by lighting a cigarette off a bar candle. I have no idea whose sunglasses they are, but they were vital to stop my throbbing eye-balls from falling out of my skull.
At some point in the night a team of guys were celebrating a Championship win and were letting us drink Champagne out of the Award Cup. This guy was part of our party, but I don’t remember his name. He looks like the lead singer of "The Darkness", so let’s call him "Justin".
It was Will’s birthday, so he got to take the first drink.
We didn’t know the name of the team or which league they were playing in. Fuck, we didn’t even know which sport they were playing. But it didn’t matter, we could still taste the victory.
The Cuban Bar was followed by Hydro Bar, which in turn was followe by the Clapham Grand. The photo above is from the Grand. The shot makes it look like some kind of modern classy Night Club. Trust me, it's not.
Kate, Rusty, Helen, Will. All students in the Shaolin School of Photo Posing.
The Sunday after. Jonno, Toby, Jono, Yatesy. Celebrating the end of yet another London weekend with beers at the Clapham North pub.
posted by Beef at Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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I actually want to shave these two girls.
With razor sharp wit.
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