26th October 2006
As far away from real toffs as can possibly be
more memories. like the gallery, this is just one of those ever-so-blurry images i have seared into my mind's eye in indelible (searing) ink. (yes yes, ink doesn't sear. but this ink does. so stop bitching.)
bottles of champagne won on numerous occasions purely for wearing a calvin & hobbes t-shirt. it's that kind of place. btu being a poor student i milked it for all it was worth, wearing one of my two (i'm not that skanky) calvin & hobbes t-shirts week in, week out. when it got to the stage that the dj was no longer spontaneously giving out the champagne for the t-shirt, i actually took to walking up to the dj booth to remind him of his duties under article 312.56(b) of the "dj at a crap club" declaration, i.e. don't start to get too big for your own damn boots.
i wonder if they're still giving out free champagne? i may have to rummage through my old clothes and see if i can pull out those calvin & hobbes t-shirts...
ooooh, you've spotted a lovely lady with the christmas hat on. You must be missing your days in York!