Firefest V
(Do indoor things count?)
If you were in the Tap and Tumbler and freaked out at the three pissed blokes staring at you, loudly wondering what band you were in... Sorry.

If you were the barmaid in the Speakeasy whom my mate hit on with all the subtlety of a rhino... Sorry. (Although he's right. You are very pretty.)

If you were at Firefest and you're wondering who the three pissed up thirty-somethings zorba-dancing to Demon were...That would be us. Sorry.

If you were part of the cleanup crew and you were wondering who had been hiding two-pint buckets of lager behind the curtains...That would be me... Sorry. Being a lightweight in the company of hardened beermonsters drives you to desperate measures.

If you were working at the kebab shop round the corner when we staggered back out... Quit. You make the worst kebabs I have ever tasted. Feel shame.

And if you were part of the Travelodge staff wondering why that particular room smelt like King Kong's tagnuts the next day... Sorry. A days worth of lager and kebabs and a preexisting tendency to flatulence on all our parts does not a pleasant bouquet make.

Going again this year.
(Big D, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 18:39, Reply)