shifty mover
Cracking good weekend in London. Celebrating Alice’s 20th was extremely good fun!
Friday witnessed early vodka drinking with Alice’s brother at 4pm before drinking more beer on the train to London. Got to On-and-On by half past six where we were met with free beer and cocktails provided by Alice’s work.
After several hours of free drinking it was time to visit the toilet, which may sound simple enough, but On-and-On is a maze of several floors with little passages leading to many secluded little rooms and dance floors – by now my toilet trip was taking well over half an hour… yes I was lost(!), very lost. After sending an SOS message to Alice, she managed to send out a search party consisting of Gary and Will, although both had no real intention of trying to find me as they were both occupied with a couple of Sambucas.
Anyway, I managed to find my way back and enjoy the rest of the night.
Saturday took the same form, but we ended up in Loop Bar off Oxford Street, where house music was being played all night long much to my delight and we managed to have several hours of partying with Alice’s friends and siblings whom I must say thank you to for plying me with a drink or two.
However, the best part of the night was still to come. Its 12:35am, we’re on Oxford Street. The last train back to Knockholt leaves Charring Cross at 12:50am. The tubes are closed and we have no money for a taxi and there are 5 girls with high heal shoes on. There’s only one answer: off with the shoes ladies and run like hell. They did, they ran like they had never ran before with shouts of encouragement from startled onlookers. I never knew how much noise 5 drunk girls could make.
12:49 and 45 seconds we crash through the doors at Charring Cross where I instruct the platform staff that the train must not leave without Alice and Co.
2am: Bed.
PS. I also decided this weekend that I want to buy a watch with built in compass.
Friday witnessed early vodka drinking with Alice’s brother at 4pm before drinking more beer on the train to London. Got to On-and-On by half past six where we were met with free beer and cocktails provided by Alice’s work.
After several hours of free drinking it was time to visit the toilet, which may sound simple enough, but On-and-On is a maze of several floors with little passages leading to many secluded little rooms and dance floors – by now my toilet trip was taking well over half an hour… yes I was lost(!), very lost. After sending an SOS message to Alice, she managed to send out a search party consisting of Gary and Will, although both had no real intention of trying to find me as they were both occupied with a couple of Sambucas.
Anyway, I managed to find my way back and enjoy the rest of the night.
Saturday took the same form, but we ended up in Loop Bar off Oxford Street, where house music was being played all night long much to my delight and we managed to have several hours of partying with Alice’s friends and siblings whom I must say thank you to for plying me with a drink or two.
However, the best part of the night was still to come. Its 12:35am, we’re on Oxford Street. The last train back to Knockholt leaves Charring Cross at 12:50am. The tubes are closed and we have no money for a taxi and there are 5 girls with high heal shoes on. There’s only one answer: off with the shoes ladies and run like hell. They did, they ran like they had never ran before with shouts of encouragement from startled onlookers. I never knew how much noise 5 drunk girls could make.
12:49 and 45 seconds we crash through the doors at Charring Cross where I instruct the platform staff that the train must not leave without Alice and Co.
2am: Bed.
PS. I also decided this weekend that I want to buy a watch with built in compass.
posted by JT @ 11:33 AM
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