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July 2002 |
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Time to party in Torquay then. Since no buses wanted us, we got a txi, or at least, i think we did, it was ages ago now. Damn exams. Anyway, we got to Torquay and started in the warm familiarity of a wotherspoons. Here it was time for some sustenance before the beveraging began. The night could have been ruined at this point, as McC and McA both made the mistake of having a pint of scrumpy jack, which looked more like apple juice with bits of wool floating in it. Yummy. |
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We then spotted some bar called...err...i dont know. Lets call it Angels bar. Ask rory for the right name. Now as we walked in and sat at the bar...McQueeney uttered the now infamous line...”did we just die?” |
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Clearly, he was referring to the standard of barmaids in the bar, and the clothes, or lack of, that they were wearing. The drinks cost more than the GDP of a small country but this was of little worry. To give an example, a dash of orange cost £1.70. |
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Eventually we had to leave, dragging McQueeney out, and heading to some wee bar which we sat outside in the beer garden. The slush puppies incedent will remain between us... Anyway we were getting to the drunken stage and thinking about which nightclub to go to. Quality music and Boy George playing, (bit o hip hop never did anyone any harm) or some local join where everyone went. Despite Bolton’s protests, we went local. |
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No idea who most of the people are iin these |
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pictures, but here they are anyway. As Gordon |
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had the camera a lot - they could be anyone. |
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After waiting a full friking hour in the queue, with |
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no fast eddie quality barman there, McQueeney |
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waltzed up to the queue and was served in minutes |
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Cheap coctails and stuff were bought and to be |
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honest they were ok, but everything after it tasted |
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like crap. |
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After hastling the DJ for some songs and a mention |
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we went on to the dancfloor and boggied road |
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trip style. Soon we were on the stage, minus |
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Gordon who we had no idea where he was , |
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‘dancing ‘to that “Jump!” song by some band. |
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Ask rory who it was he wrote his report ages ago. Anyway Dave allan appeared and joined us on the stage. We must have been up there for about an hour before we decided we better look for Gordon. |
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The DJ finally gave us the mention “Big shout to the Road Trippers from Scotland” or something. And we found Gordon sitting with some chick, who turned out to be called...errr...Anna? ish. no wait it was Nat. |
