A few years ago my friend and I went to london to visit our friends at Thorpe park, being very bored the night previous, we ventured into the city, had a few babychams, and ended up rather besmirched for wears, staggering to the tube at Picadilly circus singing out of key musak, and rattling the closed gates.
Alas we poor adverturers where stranded, luckily even drunken I ahve enough wits to think of some fiedish plan, grabbed some cash froma machine, while drunken associate suggested we walked back (to give you an idea we where staying in zone one...for non london travellers, thats not walking distance) got a cab who gleefully rubbed his hands together, and Sixity odd pound lighter earlier retreated to what resembled a bed.
Ahhhh good time
