Oh What a Night!
I never really think about just who is reading my blog until someone startles me by saying "Oh yeah, I read that on your blog!" It's almost like having my own private audience in a way, but it's also a bit strange. Tonight I went out with a group of girls to several pubs, and the things we saw were so strange Michelle and Shelly said they bet they'd be reading about them on my blog tomorrow!
You know, I hadn't thought about posting what I'd seen, but it wasn't a bad idea! Not when you consider it wasn't an ordinary evening by anyone's standards. At least not anyone I know!
One of the pubs has installed a pole for pole dancing. Now I'll admit, I've always wanted to learn to pole dance, but I don't think I could possibly get drunk enough to dance on it in front of a pub full of strangers, not even having danced when I was younger! It's a different kind of dancing anyway. But two from our group gave it a go. One of them even lost her top in the process, but the DJ just said that earned her a bonus point. There's fun, and then there's losing your dignity.
I also saw simulated sex on the pavement. That was hilarious, and I'm sure Tracey really enjoyed herself! I don't know who the guy was, but fortunately she did. It was because of that the subject of my blog came up, and I promised Tracey that by tomorrow morning, she would be on the internet! It's just a shame I don't have photos. No clothes were removed in the process though. That would have made things more interesting, but it might have led to arrests, and that wouldn't have been good.
Clowne has a reputation for bad behaviour on Friday nights, and tonight was no different, thanks to one complete idiot. The guy must have been only 16 or 17, or at least he looked that young, and the bouncers of the most popular pub, the Angel, wouldn't let him in. He responded by throwing their patio furniture around, not bothering to remove the glass pint glasses before he did. Then he jumped the stone wall around the pub and threw himself in front of an articulated lorry! Thank god the driver had slowed down to take the corner because it meant he was able to stop. I just stood there, my eyes glued to it, like I was watching a train wreck because I couldn't believe what was happening.
The idiot didn't stop there. He continued down the pavement and tried to slam his head through the plate glass window of an empty shop. I hope that gave him a headache, and I had hoped at the time that it would sober him up a bit.
It didn't. He came back to the Angel a little later on, this time with a board with nails sticking out of it under his shirt. I don't know what he had planned. Probably his intention was to hit any one of the bouncers who refused to let him in. If he had made it in with that board, there could have been serious trouble because by that time the Angel was so packed, it was hard to breathe, let alone move around with a weapon. That's why we were standing outside.
The bouncer was on to him, however, and the last we saw of the idiot, he was being escorted off the premises by the scruff of the neck. Usually on Friday nights, there are multiple police units parked outside the Angel just in case there's trouble. Tonight there wasn't a single officer until long after the trouble was over.
I was happy to see my friend Maria's daughter Lynette though! I used to live across the road from them when I first moved to this area, and I do miss that family. I'm horrible about going to see people even though I know I should. And I made sure Simon knew that if he saw lipstick on my cheek, it was from Lynette!
And of course, I can't go without mentioning Grandad John! He's Allan's ex-brother-in-law and a neighbour of mine. His son Sean has recently become a dad, and John proudly showed off pictures of his new little grandson on his mobile phone. Rightly so. I would do the same (though I'm hoping Malorie and Braden give me a little more time before I become "Granny Melinda"!). It's a bit strange thinking of Sean as a dad though, after the soap opera Michelle, Shelly and I went through with him and an evil bitch last year ... but that's another story.
So much for the diet! I completely blew it, but luckily I'd saved up some points on my Weight Watchers because we were originally planning to go out tomorrow night. I'll just do some extra exercise this week. And I have to say, that bite of Shelly's burger was gorgeous!
So, guys, I've blogged ... I don't know how much sense it made because I'm still a bit dizzy from my VKs, but I was determined to get this online before morning!
You know, I hadn't thought about posting what I'd seen, but it wasn't a bad idea! Not when you consider it wasn't an ordinary evening by anyone's standards. At least not anyone I know!
One of the pubs has installed a pole for pole dancing. Now I'll admit, I've always wanted to learn to pole dance, but I don't think I could possibly get drunk enough to dance on it in front of a pub full of strangers, not even having danced when I was younger! It's a different kind of dancing anyway. But two from our group gave it a go. One of them even lost her top in the process, but the DJ just said that earned her a bonus point. There's fun, and then there's losing your dignity.
I also saw simulated sex on the pavement. That was hilarious, and I'm sure Tracey really enjoyed herself! I don't know who the guy was, but fortunately she did. It was because of that the subject of my blog came up, and I promised Tracey that by tomorrow morning, she would be on the internet! It's just a shame I don't have photos. No clothes were removed in the process though. That would have made things more interesting, but it might have led to arrests, and that wouldn't have been good.
Clowne has a reputation for bad behaviour on Friday nights, and tonight was no different, thanks to one complete idiot. The guy must have been only 16 or 17, or at least he looked that young, and the bouncers of the most popular pub, the Angel, wouldn't let him in. He responded by throwing their patio furniture around, not bothering to remove the glass pint glasses before he did. Then he jumped the stone wall around the pub and threw himself in front of an articulated lorry! Thank god the driver had slowed down to take the corner because it meant he was able to stop. I just stood there, my eyes glued to it, like I was watching a train wreck because I couldn't believe what was happening.
The idiot didn't stop there. He continued down the pavement and tried to slam his head through the plate glass window of an empty shop. I hope that gave him a headache, and I had hoped at the time that it would sober him up a bit.
It didn't. He came back to the Angel a little later on, this time with a board with nails sticking out of it under his shirt. I don't know what he had planned. Probably his intention was to hit any one of the bouncers who refused to let him in. If he had made it in with that board, there could have been serious trouble because by that time the Angel was so packed, it was hard to breathe, let alone move around with a weapon. That's why we were standing outside.
The bouncer was on to him, however, and the last we saw of the idiot, he was being escorted off the premises by the scruff of the neck. Usually on Friday nights, there are multiple police units parked outside the Angel just in case there's trouble. Tonight there wasn't a single officer until long after the trouble was over.
I was happy to see my friend Maria's daughter Lynette though! I used to live across the road from them when I first moved to this area, and I do miss that family. I'm horrible about going to see people even though I know I should. And I made sure Simon knew that if he saw lipstick on my cheek, it was from Lynette!
And of course, I can't go without mentioning Grandad John! He's Allan's ex-brother-in-law and a neighbour of mine. His son Sean has recently become a dad, and John proudly showed off pictures of his new little grandson on his mobile phone. Rightly so. I would do the same (though I'm hoping Malorie and Braden give me a little more time before I become "Granny Melinda"!). It's a bit strange thinking of Sean as a dad though, after the soap opera Michelle, Shelly and I went through with him and an evil bitch last year ... but that's another story.
So much for the diet! I completely blew it, but luckily I'd saved up some points on my Weight Watchers because we were originally planning to go out tomorrow night. I'll just do some extra exercise this week. And I have to say, that bite of Shelly's burger was gorgeous!
So, guys, I've blogged ... I don't know how much sense it made because I'm still a bit dizzy from my VKs, but I was determined to get this online before morning!
posted by Melinda at 8/19/2005 11:59:00 pm
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