Started off in the Living Room, which was full of pretentious tossers pretending to be loaded. Wankers! The tuna was very good though, and the maitre dee (suspect that's not spelt correctly) had killer legs.
Took in a couple of decent pubs in the Northern Quarter, both full of divorceses who just weren't interested for some reason. God only knows what their ex husbands did to them.
Then blagged our way into a student night in some grotty club in the printworks. It was full of Asian fellas with some of the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen. They weren't interested either.
I went home early. A couple of the lads stuck it out until 3am then asked the taxi driver to take them to a pub that was still open. He dropped them off at a gay bar and they were too pissed to even notice. Just kept complaining about how few women there were in there and how friendly the regulars were.
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