My favourite day is MONDAY. At least it used to be, back in the days when we had MONDAY NIGHT RAZZ!
Here's a pic of Myself, Rushton and Dr Kev, taken on the same night we found a tricycle.
For some reason on Monday Night Razz, we went through a phase where we kept taking pictures with what we thought were comedy poses, here are some of the better ones.
Good times.
Bring back The Monday Night Razz!
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My mate Dr Kev got married and moved to Australia a few months ago. I finally managed to talk to him on Skype a few days ago. It turns out he has received funding from his employer to stay in the country for another 3 years.
I was of course very happy for my friend at getting such good news. I must admit to being secretly disappointed as this means I won't see him for quite some time. Which is annoying. Kev can always be counted on for a couple of pints and to cook me dinner.
Kev got married to Alice on July 31st and moved to Australia just a couple of days later. So two nights before Kev's wedding, we did the only sensible thing we could do. We organised a retro pub crawl. We returned to the pubs and clubs we used to frequent when we were 18.
As regular readers will know I attended four weddings this summer, I have written up my account of the weddings and the various stag do's / nights out that surrounded all of them, but it is a hell of a lot. I may save it for a multi part blog post or put them out in a book for your reading pleasure.
I have a great deal written about the retro pub crawl, but again it is too much for one blog post. Instead of going into great detail I thought I would share with you a couple of pics and videos I didn't even know I had. I discovered them on my phone a couple of days ago and thought it best to share them with you.
These were taken in The Priory in Aberdeen, which is well known for being shit. But this was a retro pub crawl, and we went there when we were 18 so we had to go back. We rather stupidly decided to have a "Purple Rain."
A Purple Rain is a cocktail which involves lots of alcohol, lighting said alcohol on fire, capturing the fumes in another glass, extinguish the flame, drink the drink, inhale the fumes you captured in the other glass, then snorting the residue off another glass. It's minging. Fuck knows who invented it and why. They must have been off their heads.
Here's the barmaid preparing our "Purple Rains" Or "Blue stuff which is about to be set of fire."
Kev arguing with the Barman.
Then it just got too much for Kev and Dave.
The Purple Rains!
Then Nick started a dance off with a stranger.
Then for some very unknown reason, after all of us having our purple rains and wanting to do nothing else but leave Priory. Rushton then went and bought another round. To this day no one knows why.
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Andy G
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Brew dog is a local brewery, they recently renovated an old bar in Aberdeen and turned it into Brew Dog Pub, selling the beers they brew up in Fraserburgh. In fact they only sell beer and wine. It’s really good. It is rapidly becoming my new favourite pub. Myself and a couple of mates are strongly considering heading along one afternoon and working our way through the entire beer menu. (About 20 beers, one of which is 40%. That's not counting the 30 odd guest beers from all over the world, but that's a challenge for another day.)
Anyway, we decided to start our night out here as it was new and Dave had not been in yet. Dave being the legendary drunkard that he is, could not let a new pub open in Aberdeen and not visit within a couple of days.
At one point I over heard this converstion between a semi hot girl and the barman:
Semi Hot Girl
Can I have a vodka Red Bull please?
Barman
I’d love to, but there's a couple of small problems with that.
Semi Hot Girl
What?
Barman
We don’t serve vodka and we don’t serve Red Bull.
The girl had a look of confusion on her face. Obviously she did not quite grasp the concept of the pub.
Semi Hot Girl
So what do you sell?
Barman
We have BrewDog beers, some guest beers and wine
Semi Hot Girl
What kind of wine?
Barman
Red, White or Pink.
Like I said, it’s rapidly becoming my new favourite pub! If you're in Aberdeen you should definitely check it out! The beers on draft change everyday which is a nice touch, and they have all the Brew Dog Beers on bottle, as well as some really tasty guest beers from America.
As you can probably tell I am hoping for some corporate sponsorship from Brew Dog, or at least a free pint! The night continued to another pub or two, then into a club. The night ended up with Rushton going home early cos he's a wimp, and me and Dave downing Jaeger Bombs!
SATURDAY
On Saturday it was a night out with Mark, Aders Normanand Kim. Mark was also out with a couple of his workmates, he introduced me to them by saying, "This is my mate Andy, he used to go to uni in Middlesbrough." I thought this was a very odd way of introducing anyone. Yes I did go to uni in Middlesborough, but only for one year, and I didn't do much, and it was nearly 10 years ago. I then discovered that two of the people I was being introduced to were actually from Middlesbrough. I politely shook everyones hand, said hello, and intensely guarded my wallet for the rest of the night. We were going to see a couple of bands at The Tunnels in Aberdeen. This night featured the return of one of my favourite ever people, Drunk Aders Norman.
We knew a couple of the bands playing. The Deportees, Marks cousins band, were really good. Obviously I am slightly biased as I know him, but they were really good. Check them out on Myspace.
Another band playing were Le Reno Amps featuring Al Nero, a legend of a guy who we went to school with. As well as Al we bumped into a few old school mates and it was great to catch up. At one point Aders Norman was talking to Craig (an old school mate) and his girlfriend. None of us had seen or heard from Craig since we left school ten years ago. It was great to see him, altho I was a bit drunk. All I remember him saying was that he is now an accountant.
The banter was slow, and Aders Norman was struggling for something to say, this is the conversation which took place.
Aders Norman
So we were just in the bar next door cos someone said the
Barmaid had the biggest boobs ever, did you see her?
Craig
Erm, no.
Craig and his girlfriend just shrugged clearly not knowing what to say.
There was a silence, a silent silence, the silentest silence since the time I used the Polar Bear line on some hot girls while very drunk in a kebab shop.
Aders Norman felt compelled to fill this silence, he had to say something, and this wasn't regular Aders Norman, this was Drunk Aders Norman, and Drunk Aders Norman knows exactly what to say!
Drunk Aders Norman then looked directly at Craig's girlfriend, he stared at her long and hard, a girl he had known for all of 2 minutes. And then he said the only logical thing that Drunk Aders Norman could say
Aders Norman
Never mind eh? Boobs aren’t the be all and end all!
Craigs girlfriend did not reply to this comment, clearly she felt insulted.
Drunk Aders Norman then sat back down and told me this story. I of course told him I was going to post it on the blog, he then asked me if I would change his name. So for the purposes of this story I called him Drunk Aders Norman. Don't worry mate, no one will ever learn your secret identity.
Personally it scares the crap outta me. (No pun intended.) I keep imagining something out of Little Shop Of Horrors. Have you seen Little Shop of Horrors? If not, why not? it's brilliant!
Also, on Sunday a game of hide and seek got out of hand when Ivano hid under the floor boards.
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Andy G
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