Okay dokey......
At about 3am in a club called Hush, myself and 2 of my mates were standing in a corner laughing at our other mate dancing with a rather unattractive older women, whom he had called a "MILF", but I put that down to him having his beer-goggles on.
Anyhoo, now the scene is set you can imagine our suprise when one of my mates recieved quite a vicious punch to the back of the head as 3 blokes barged into us. We all turned round expecting a scuffle but it turned out to be 3 other blokes we know from our local pub team!
To travel over a hundred miles away to a resort with hundreds of pubs/clubs, and to meet this other bunch of Brummies was a bit weird to say the least. With that said, we did have a good laugh with them till the early hours. 😄
Right then.....
On the way there we stopped on the M6 for some grub, after which we (of course) went and had a quick play on the fuities. Low and behold I win a jackpot with my first quid so I get back on the motorway £25 better off.
Then we arrived at Blackpool, dropped our bags off at the flat and went straight out for an afernoon tipple. On the next fruity I win another £10 and the one after that I get £8.
My luck was in top form, so I decided it was time to go straight to the bookies and put on the bets I was discussing the other day. I had a few quid on Wolves to win 1-0 or 3-1, I also had Cardiff to win 2-1 with Earnshaw to score first.
The next day disaster struck, I lucked out on every fruit machine and was lucky if came away with anything. I then proceeded to lose in a pool doubles competition on the very last shot.
Then Cardiff win 1-0 with Earnshaw not getting a look in. Worst of all was the Wolves win, when they went 3-0 up I was almost wetting myself, it was 22-1 on! The blades had a goalmouth scrabble, then they hit the post and they had a bloody penalty which was saved! 😠
I went from zero to hero and then promptly back to zero again. Booo! 🙁
Never liked Blackpool - last time I was there I was nearly trampled on by a horse, we lost 4-0, was ejected from a club for climbing in through a window (fuck paying a fiver to get in), getting a slap from a bouncer for chanting in a strip bar, lost 20 quid in the amusements, mate let off a fire extinguisher in the B&B resulting in us spending the night on the freezing promenade.
The vodka eh....
After waking up with a monster hangover on Sunday, we all decided the best cure would be to have a few cans with our bacon sandwiches, but my mate Carl decided he would have a nip of vodka instead.
So after 18 holes of golf on the PS2 we were all pretty tipsy except Carl who had consumed 3/4 of the bottle of vodka. At which point he became very amusingly drunk and was keeping us entertained with the jibberish he was spouting. Fast forward half an hour and he is now seated in the corner of the room dribbling on himself as we play another round of golf.
Twenty minutes later and Carl goes to the bathroom to be sick (a record) 8 times in 30 minutes. During which I climb over him to have a shower as he continues to puke up in the loo.
This is probably the worst part of my tale....
It was at this point that we started wondering if he was dead, as we'd heard no sound from him for quite a while. We decide (as a group, so don't judge me) that we wouldn't check to see if he's dead until we get back later, cus if he is dead we'll only have to stay and call the police, give statements etc. In other words, it would put a real dampner on our last night.
A bit harsh?
Well maybe a little. 😄