It felt like the Fringe last night. Opening night of both shows. 11:15p.m. and 12:15 a.m. First show very nearly full, second show sold out. Some of the people from Paradise Green, our venue, came and represented well. They love us, and they love drinking, so they were nice and loud. Oppressed People, shown up here for the first time since last year, went down great (though a quieter crowd than Arts). We sold twelve pounds of badges, which was a couple of drinks. We drank those drinks across the street at Dropkick Murphy's, where Monday night is two pound a drink night. Several venue type people ended up hanging out with us, and the result was our first stumbling out of the bar at 3a.m. night. We waited for a bus, so then got bored and took a cab. Total cost for bus=5 pounds for the 4 of us. Cab=18 pounds. Let the games begin.
Kitty looking suave and subtle.
Won't you drink with us? Two Will's and a Christian (pronounced Christie-Anne). She's Irish and her Dad owns the Guinness factory. Will's only 18. I look inbred. We had fun.
Kitty in Great Peril.
Apparently, at some point, it was decided by the gays that Tom has the gayest ass (shown above).
By the end of the evening, I had sold Kitty for Five English Pounds. They were good times.
Kitty looking suave and subtle.
Kitty in Great Peril.
Apparently, at some point, it was decided by the gays that Tom has the gayest ass (shown above).
By the end of the evening, I had sold Kitty for Five English Pounds. They were good times.
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I like how it looks like I have a moustache in that picture with Tom and Stewart.
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