Obviously I have some trigger in my brain that after three drinks makes me want to go nightclubbing. I couldn't persuade Edward and Laura to join me. Not that I tried particularly hard. Jumped in a taxi and took myself off to this.
There were lots and lots of lovely ladies around and the music was fucking good. I chatted to about a million and one random people. One girl got me to phone her house and leave a message for cats (wierdo).
Next I found myself in a party in an old church, minimalist techno. Had a conversation with a bouncer about bricklaying.
Party finished about eight but I was still up for more and ended up wandering around Birmingham with three hungarians looking for somewhere that was open. Luckily nowhere was.
Got home around half nine. Went to bed about eleven. Got up about one.
Later I met Phil. We went to see some bands in the Bar Academy. The beer was terrible. Then we headed off to Flapper and Firkin but got distracted by the Yardbird and watched another band. Dan and Joe joined us. Dan got bored and wanted to go somewhere else.
Flapper and Firkin...but that shut early and Dan got bored and wanted to go somewhere else.
All Bar One for expensive couple of pints but we could sit outside, that shut and we headed for the nearest place which was The Pitcher and Piano. A lady that Phil reckoned looked like a witch took a shine to Dan's dreadlocks, perhaps she needed them to make a spell or something.
Next it was the Tap and Spile. I was pretty spent by that point. I think we left about four. Phil was ranting about some bloke in the toilet.
