Ringmuskels

Met up with the Swedes again last night. Mikael rang me and asked if i want to meet him in the Penderel's Oak. So i grabbed Dean and took the tube down to Chancery Lane.

As we got there, Robert was waiting on the door with a guy called Gareth who I hadn't met. He turned out to be from York but partly Welsh. Mikael soon made his appearance and it turned out we had a bit of a situation - Robert was not being allowed in. Apparently the barman downstairs refused to believe he was over 18 (Despite him actually being 26 and having laughter lines) and asked him to leave as he did not have any ID on him. We went in downstairs but they would not serve any of us because they thought we would solicit alcohol to a minor (i.e. Robert). Kristof and his girlfriend were in there - we said hi to them and then Robert asked to speak to the manager, a big butch woman who would not have looked out of place in a concentration camp. Eventually we realised that they obviously did not want our custom and thought "Fuck this" and decided to go on a pub crawl instead. I won't be returning there any time soon.

We walked to the Intrepid Fox. Along the way Gareth learned the Swedish word for Sphincter (Ringmuskel, apparently) and repeated it 89 times throughout the evening. We had one in the Intrepid Fox and then moved on to the Royal George and another pub but deciding not to stop in either, and eventually ending up in the Marquess of Granby at the convergence of Charing Cross Road and Shaftesbury Avenue. Gareth is a top guy - we told a few jokes and things and wound up Mikael by calling him a Ringmuskel all evening. Then Gareth decided he wanted to chat up a nearby blond. We had seen four guys already try and fail, but Gareth seemed to crack it. The last bell then went and the pub chucked us out, and we went our separate ways. Gareth went off with the blond and her friend, Mikael and Robert went to meet a friend of thiers who had just arrived from Sweden, and Me and Dean went back to the Intrepid Fox.

I met a girl in there who was a DJ called LJ. She was gorgeous!! She informed me that she was playing a set soon at the 12 bar club i think; by this point I was slightly blitzed. I had a drink with her and her two friends whose names i can't remember but they seemed a laugh - and LJ gave me her card with the link to her MySpace (www.myspace.com/ljaym). I was able to steal a quick peck off of her before me and Dean hit the road. We got some grub from the Syrian kebab house opposite the Light Bar in Liverpool Street and headed for home. Looks like i'll be down the 12 bar club on the 15th!!

My folks are away to Newbury races today. They are staying the night which means I have the house to myself all day. I wonder how much havoc I can cause in 24 hours?