Pub crawl? Doesn't that imply pubs are involved? Did make one I guess for a toilet stop. Otherwise it all seemed to go on outside.
It's the next morning now so I'm not really in the mood to write but here's a summary...
Breakfast at Paul's friend's house. Big fry up of sausages, eggs, baked beans, onions etc. This was accompanied by a litre of scrumpy, a couple of torpedo'd beers and a moko drawn on half my face with a permanent marker. Then we set off to join the crawl.
(pic of group)
We started at some mid street place. Don't know where. Will have to ask. Big crowd of kiwis all over the place. The pisser was a wall next to a florist. Some girl even tried taking money for it!
Next was somewhere else. I can't even remember. London is huge and it all looks the same. And I guess by now we were all a bit drunk.
Night ended in a club where we avoided the door charge by going in the back door. Or Paul was leading and I was following. Ahh, the blame game (o:
All in all it was another good night.
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