with our previously hard earned guinness tee shirts and beanie hats we certainly couldn't be faulted for not
making an effort... and the green hair was outstanding.
fears from my parents that cutting my hair short would mean that it would never grow back were dismissed, as were
their mumblings about getting fired for having green hair. i think they're still stuck in the 19th century or something.
whilst a lot of fun was had in colouring our hair and even more fun in laughing at nicky as her hands turned orange from
a failed attempt at making me look like the tango bloke, we feel it necessary to stress the importance of our statement.
we were seriously trying to impress some birds here!! :)
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my dad seemed to monster five pints of guinness in the two hours it took us to fill in the
big daves style quiz.
naturally we were expecting a more involved big kev type affair. one of the questions asking for another name for
the irish flag - which i correctly bullshitted as being "the tricolor" was rejected by our team and the answer "the flag of ireland"
substituted instead.
we went back to drinking guinness through a straw and getting an immediate headache
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more and more people we knew arrived and we made some entertainment for ourselves. as usual, this
involved fire in some way. cambridge had given up serving us free pints of guinness and packets of crisps,
so we resorted to burning the empty packtes with hax0red lighters.
a crazy game of one-up-manship ensued with the one handed lighting a match game. this reached a crescendo with springey
attempting a dual handed jobbie. clearly beyond the concentration abilities of normal humans.
unfortunately, nobody was watching pingu and somehow he managed to drink himself silly. clearly more research needs to be done on the effects bacardi breezers have on penguins
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guinness stick on tattoos were passed out and some of us actually managed to make them stick!
some of us also managed to make them stick in secluded places.
thanks to sarah deux (i forget her real surname... it's horribly long) i had a plentiful supply of
raffle tickets. prizes for this impromptu give-away ranged from horrendously cheap jaegermeister
lighters to guinness shirts.
due to our oligopoly on the tickets, we won a fair few of the prizes. a guinness bar towel, foam hands and
a small bottle of drink.
bonus.
ivonne wasn't very impressed by all this and resorted to childish name calling, labelling me a 'lucky fecker'.
how can one person be so unknowingly wrong?
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crazy erica came along just as i correctly predicted that the next raffle ticket to be called out would be
one of mine. she collected a guinness foam hand and was content for the rest of the night.
some other random bird who i was trying to stealthily take a photo of caught me in the act. i had to ad-lib
saying that i was trying to capture the atmosphere (instead of her breasts).
kenny ken pulled a trio and even managed to get one of them to agree to 'go outside' with him.
unfortunately for him i was outside getting a breath of fresh air and he didnt get much further than
unbuckling her bra straps :)
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most people left before the last train. heather, nicky and rik left around two-ish after having way more
than far too much to drink.
me and dan, the elite hardcore original duo, stayed until the bar closed. then stayed for another hour
listening to the mad as lorries bloke talk about panty liners and how the blue liquid absorbtion properties
thereof are blatantly misleading advertising claims.
calls for him to 'take that shit rag off his head' went unheeded as he continued to mince around with his foam hand going
"mash mash".
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we left not feeling nearly drunk enough. cheated almost. the night was good, in a
somewhat withdrawn way. the sandwiches, the live music, the people getting drunk and having fun.
surrounded by familiar faces... maybe we've been around here too long.
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