Sounds like something from the "Farmers Weekly" magazine, but in fact is a location and a band that play there.
It’s Saturday and I have been invited out with my old school friend Cara. (This is the first time she has been out since having her second child 13 weeks ago and admitted to not being properly drunk for nearly a year! With this in mind I decided we should get suitably pissed and stagger home at some ridiculous hour in the morning).
We started late (about 8:30) at the Victory Bar, so had some lost drinking time to catch up on. The Victory was unusually quiet when we first arrived but began to fill not long after. We came to the conclusion everyone had just finished watching the first part of the X Factor and set their tape recorders for the later show – a little sad when you think about it, but half the reason why we were so late…which makes me such a hypocrite! We downed our drinks, as the atmosphere was decidedly uncomfortable in the Vic that night, and ambled along to Deanos Bar to lose ourselves in the crowd and low light.
When we arrived at Deanos it was so crowded I contemplated tying a helium balloon to myself (something you do when leaving your car in a huge car park for the first time) so Cara could see where I was after setting out to buy a round of drinks. It turned out the military were ambushing Stanley this evening and filled the already very small pubs and bars around town. There appeared to be an early Halloween theme with a few groups, which was interesting to say the least…one guy had dressed as Satan, which was ok, until he turned around to reveal the arse of his costume missing and only wearing a G-string – Yikes…Satan just got sexy!
At 11:20 the DJ announced we should go to the bar and buy our drinks if continuing onto the Trough, so after a little debate and not much arm twisting convinced Cara to come, but somewhere in crowds and numerous taxis going to our destination we became separated. I turned up at the Trough solo, but soon caught up with a work colleague who I sat with near the stage where the Fighting Pigs were performing. Another work colleague plays bass guitar for the band, so we spent the whole evening trying to distract him, which he took in his stride and managed to compose himself without a single missed note – bugger! I will have to try harder next time…what an excellent excuse to go out again.
Never did find Cara after Deanos so assumed she either didn’t make it to the Trough or was there and I didn’t see her in the crowd - The balloon wasn’t such a silly idea after all!
It’s Saturday and I have been invited out with my old school friend Cara. (This is the first time she has been out since having her second child 13 weeks ago and admitted to not being properly drunk for nearly a year! With this in mind I decided we should get suitably pissed and stagger home at some ridiculous hour in the morning).
We started late (about 8:30) at the Victory Bar, so had some lost drinking time to catch up on. The Victory was unusually quiet when we first arrived but began to fill not long after. We came to the conclusion everyone had just finished watching the first part of the X Factor and set their tape recorders for the later show – a little sad when you think about it, but half the reason why we were so late…which makes me such a hypocrite! We downed our drinks, as the atmosphere was decidedly uncomfortable in the Vic that night, and ambled along to Deanos Bar to lose ourselves in the crowd and low light.
When we arrived at Deanos it was so crowded I contemplated tying a helium balloon to myself (something you do when leaving your car in a huge car park for the first time) so Cara could see where I was after setting out to buy a round of drinks. It turned out the military were ambushing Stanley this evening and filled the already very small pubs and bars around town. There appeared to be an early Halloween theme with a few groups, which was interesting to say the least…one guy had dressed as Satan, which was ok, until he turned around to reveal the arse of his costume missing and only wearing a G-string – Yikes…Satan just got sexy!
At 11:20 the DJ announced we should go to the bar and buy our drinks if continuing onto the Trough, so after a little debate and not much arm twisting convinced Cara to come, but somewhere in crowds and numerous taxis going to our destination we became separated. I turned up at the Trough solo, but soon caught up with a work colleague who I sat with near the stage where the Fighting Pigs were performing. Another work colleague plays bass guitar for the band, so we spent the whole evening trying to distract him, which he took in his stride and managed to compose himself without a single missed note – bugger! I will have to try harder next time…what an excellent excuse to go out again.
Never did find Cara after Deanos so assumed she either didn’t make it to the Trough or was there and I didn’t see her in the crowd - The balloon wasn’t such a silly idea after all!
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