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July 2002 |
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Leeds then. Supposedly we were going to meet David Allan |
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and his cronies at some Goth pub...yea right...lets go to a freak |
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pub in a strange country where we dont even know where we are! |
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So, we went to Pizza Hut. Once again the services was typical |
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of what we got in England. Crap. Although perhaps we are just so used to quality service such as that from ‘Fast Eddie’ at the Motherwell Miners. |
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Ordering 4 pizzas, the woman managed to get 2 wrong, and ended up giving us 5. But hey, she was English. |
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I think after the pizzas we all felt more like Fergie did - Ill. So we went into some big pub to drink off the extra weight. It has this HUGE...cube thingy on the roof - it was pretty funky, and expensive. And also bereft of any hot chicks for us all to laugh at their attempts to ask Gordon out, which he would have obviously refused...since he was still sober... |
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One drink on and we left, picking up a free pass to ‘Majestyck’ a local night club. Next up, was the calming familiarity of a wotherspoons. Cheap drink and the peace to talk and tell jokes...since McC has already covered it well, i’ll let you read his account of the “Surviving Fergie” incident |
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