The Halloween party
I went to was excellent, some excellent costumes and pretty much every female there was petrified of my and my eyes. Apart from one who gave my her number and told her to take me out for Sushi in Farringdon. Strange.

All soured slightly by my ex, who when I tried to leave, followed me down the street crying. That was not fun.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 10:27, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

That wasn't a girl, mate, it was Gonz in a dress.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 10:32, Reply)

Oh dear Lord in Heaven
Gonz is fit mate, GET IN :D
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 10:32, Reply)

I had to look after a crying girl for about 40 minutes on Saturday,
she also had a go at me for talking to another girl and then cried at the bar and then got off with another random bloke.
She was weird.
(PsychoChomp, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 10:45, Reply)

that bar is literally full of 22 year old secretaries
all trying to pull rich lawyers/accountants. then the occasional post-room boy pretending he IS a lawyer/accountant.

but only the braindead ones go on a friday , when all the lawyers/accountants have had to go home to their wives. it's thursdays when that place kicks off, it can be really quite grim.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 10:55, Reply)

I got there about 10:30 and there were already people being escorted out
barely able to walk.
(PsychoChomp, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 10:57, Reply)