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July 2002 |
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Bolton, being the smart one, heard the train coming at the interchange and decided to walk down the escalator to save time. The others, being the sloth brained type, or ‘yeti’s...err...didn’t. So as the train pulls away, Bolton is on it, and the rest move fairly rapidly in the opposite direction at an accelerating rate from my viewpoint. |
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Yes, i was now travelling away at 50mph from the people i’d came with, on my own, in the biggest city in the UK. Class. Kalle, aka NinjaBikeRider gave me directions to the nearest watering hole and told me to wait there. Man I tell ya, it was here i had my first pint of Fosters, and i have not looked back since. Plus in London your accent sounds even cooler cos its further south so people all look over when you talk, like your some kind of movie star...which of course....i’m not. |
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So the team finally catch up, and of course, its my fault for walking down the stairs, and soon after it Kalle and Sue turned up. The first of many rounds was bought, and it was to be the start of a great night. |
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A pub crawl was clearly in order, and with Kalle adding to the beer count by one, since he was driving, it was up to Sue to rescue the English side of the bargain, and she, as Gordon will testify...can drink. So below you can see pub no. 2, possibly called the London something or other, and then again possibly not. Round 2 was purchased and many laughs were...laughed. |
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