Me and KG started off in the Norman Conquest in Normanby and, 12 pints later, were joined in the Pov by the rest of the wrecking crew.
A couple of stories...
After leaving the Conquest, I managed to not hop over the perimiter fence as I managed to catch my trailing leg and topple over in the mud.
Walking down the road towards the Tiger pub (where KG caned the fruity for about 40 minutes), KG spots a missing dog poster....
"Hiya mate, av just seen the poster on the lampost like, about the cocker spaniel? Yeah well av only fucking found him avn't a?"
"Really? Does he have long ears?"
"Orh yeah mate, fucking massive."
"And what about it's tail? Does it have a long tail?"
"Nah mate. UNLIKE ME!!!"
Another one from the town was this poor sod...
You see, his shirt caused great offence to KG so, when he bumped into the lad on his way back from the gents, all hell broke loose."Think ya fucking clever advertising class a drugs mate?!"
As Phil put it, "All we heard was, 'Urgent assistance required upstairs!' and we knew it was KG!!!"
Cracking night was had by all.
And, here's a little vid of the celebrations...