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So on the Saturday just gone I did journey forth to The Caxton I was to meet with fellow worshippers TFS and Tucker.
Alas only one could make the ardous journey and as it was Tucker and my self stood arm in arm to pray.
The night stated awkwardly as we were two strangers who had only a passing knowledge of each other and had met through a third party, namely TFS. We chatted and drank whilst the morons watching the rugby league on the telly did their best to make sure that we both appeared deaf by constantly asking "sorry, what did you say"
The night was livened up by the appearance of a gentleman who sans pants made for a lap around the bar. Unfortunately security nabbed him but not before much mirth was enjoyed by all.
A pub crawl entered the hotel after a bit and what was a small crowd was bolstered into standing room only. The pub crawl members comprised of four divisions of a local hockey team. And one fellow in particular shared our table and his jug of spirits.
Conversation flowed as did the booze and after one toilet stop I emerged to find Tucker up to his eyes in women. The fairer sex had invaded our table and after some stilted conversation and a lame joke that went down like a lead balloon (from yours truly) they departed.
They were replaced by an extremely drunken fellow on his bucks night. His friend was very chatty and after a bit the groom was asked to leave. The night after this began to grind to a halt,we decided to pull the pin and as the 'sensible one' (designated driver *grumbles to self*) I drove Tucker to the train station and proceeded home.
All in all a good night and hopefully at the next prayer meet we can get a few more members *raises eyebrows in direction of Verbs and TFS* and get the whole robe thing off the ground.
Dream with me lads, dream with me.
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posted by Trojan @ 4/04/2005 10:47:00 PM
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