Monday Night Razz

Hi 

Hows it goin? 

As many of you know, lately I have been a pretty miserable bastard. Well on Monday I decided to try and do something about it. My facebook status says it all really.

I decided it was time to resurrect my beloved Monday Night Razz. I always used to go out on a Monday night. Drinks were cheap. It was awesome. This was in the pre casino days so we normally went to a few pubs, ended up in Tiger Tiger and then Five for late night breakfast. Monday nights were always the best.
Here are some pics from classic Monday Night Razz.

So last Monday I met up with Dr Kev, Dave and Rushton. 

Both Rushton and Dave seemed quite offended that I have not yet included them in Friendly Friday. I tried to explain to them that they are not done in any particular order. It's just who ever happens to pop into my head at the time of writing. To make them both happy the next two fridays will feature Rushton then Dave.

We started Monday night the place where all monday nights should start.

The Old Hogs Head.

The beers were flowing and the banter was decent. I joined the guys as they were half way through a conversation about who should be the new manager of Celtic. 

Not knowing very much about football I didn't really have an opinion. I attempted to join in the chat by suggesting any footballers I could remember. I chimed in with Ian Jess, Scott Booth and Stuart Mckimmie. The guys didn't seem to think any of them were a good suggestion.

After the old hogs head Kev decided he had enough and wandered off to get the bus home. Myself, Dave and Rushton were still up for a few beers. We headed to Revolution which was dead, we then headed to Enigma where I bumped into a classmate. He was out celebrating that his film won the celtic media festival. Here's his video.

If you can't see the video below then stop reading this crap on facebook and CLICK HERE.

After enigma we headed to Exodus where the tunes were pretty decent. By this time we were all on the spirits and then we hit the dancefloor with a vengeance.

We were contemplating leaving but then the DJ played Staceys mom. 

After leaving the club we headed down belmont street in search of a taxi. Some girl came up to us and asked us to give a homeless busker some money. I asked if he did requests and suggested a medley of Five meets the Spice Girls. 
She then said something loud which I couldn't understand.
Rushton joined in and said,
"Sorry I don't speak fluent pikie."
She did not take this well.
She looked like one of my old staff from Vincents, I asked if she was this girl, she took great offence to this. I'm not sure why.
Then her homeless boyfriend came over and threatened to punch me.
I was confused by this, I said I just asked the girl her name and then the guy told me to fuck off before he smashes my fucken glasses into my face.


I got home around half 2 and lost the ability to use my phone. I couldn't figure out how to set the alarm. 


Luckily I had a back up plan.

This did not work out. Not one of my class mates bothered to call me.

I was very disappointed. 

I woke up at 10:45 and class was due to start at 10:30. I got ready as fast as I could and jumped on the bus. 

It was time for my back up, back up plan.

I sent the following text to my classmates.

I am on my way. In exactly 25 minutes cause a distraction and I will sneak in unnoticed and convince the lecturer I was in class all along. Just like the plot of an eighties movie.

I spent 25 minutes on the bus wondering what kind of distraction my classmates would conjure up. Maybe they would spontaneously burst into song and dance? Maybe they would start a fire? Maybe they would start a conga line through the class? Maybe they would put on a low budget puppet show?

The bus journey was long, possibly due to my hangover. I was entertained by some texts I received from Dave.


10:23 am
I am Steaming.


11:12am
I just met my bosses bosses bosses boss with rum breath.


11:17am
Top tip i just sobered up by having 10 extra strong mints

I arrived at the class exactly 25 minutes later.

I was again very disappointed in my class mates.

Only Ian attempted to cause a distraction as I entered. And all he did was wave his arms about like a nutter. I really did expect better.

Monday Night Razz was always the highlight of the week. One day soon if you're lucky I will tell you the tale of the Tricycle incident.

Thats All For Now 


Until Next Time 


Have A Nice 


Andy G 


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