As is custom with the Unanimis office I had work drinks on my last Friday in London, though just to shake things up a little we went to the Mortimer instead of the usual Eagle (Evil). Once everyone was over that inital shock and after a few beers the night took a rather unusual turn and we ended up (surprise!) at the Eagle anyway. The night just got more and more random after that. My memory is a little hazy but I think that after the Eagle we got into those little pedicab things (not a good idea when you are drunk) to some random members-only club filled with weirdos. I was absolutely starving by this point and the place had no food, I repeat no food. They didn't even have a kitchen. After accosting just about every staff member in the place I managed to get a bowl of corn chips which I then annihilated.
After that I think that we walked to one of Scott's mates houses in Mayfair which took about a billion years. I did get fed there which was good though from memory we had some mushroom truffle stuff on little toasty bread bits and maybe some salmon as well which was slightly random but good nonetheless. A bit upmarket from the usual chicken kebab on the way home that is for sure.
Then it was time to head home which involved getting in a cab to Regan's in Hammersmith, watching a bit of telly, closing my eyes for about five minutes until the tube opened and then wandering to the tube so that I could (finally) get home. Beats me how we even found the tube station but miraculously we did. Passed out on Stiffler's shoulder for a kindy nap before almost missing our stops and then dragged my sorry arse the couple of hundred metres home to my oh-so-comfy bed for an hour's sleep (by this point it was 8:30 the next morning) before I had to get back up again to meet the new house mate and backing it up with the 80's night. Yes, I am an idiot.
After that I think that we walked to one of Scott's mates houses in Mayfair which took about a billion years. I did get fed there which was good though from memory we had some mushroom truffle stuff on little toasty bread bits and maybe some salmon as well which was slightly random but good nonetheless. A bit upmarket from the usual chicken kebab on the way home that is for sure.
Then it was time to head home which involved getting in a cab to Regan's in Hammersmith, watching a bit of telly, closing my eyes for about five minutes until the tube opened and then wandering to the tube so that I could (finally) get home. Beats me how we even found the tube station but miraculously we did. Passed out on Stiffler's shoulder for a kindy nap before almost missing our stops and then dragged my sorry arse the couple of hundred metres home to my oh-so-comfy bed for an hour's sleep (by this point it was 8:30 the next morning) before I had to get back up again to meet the new house mate and backing it up with the 80's night. Yes, I am an idiot.
Do it.
Dips, Chris, Damo and Stiffler wish me luck (please note that the snake bite that I am holding in this photo is my only one for the night. I swear on my life. Maybe.)
Lou spend the night making us laugh like complete and utter lunatics with her Gollum and Chipmunk impressions which were so unbelivably funny. I laughed so much it hurt.
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