Road trip June 2007 (Courtneys pics to follow..)
The brief publishable version.
The greatest thing about not working - is your ability to do such spur of the moment things.
That or the reason it isn't very sunny in London is the fact that it makes normal (well almost) people do extraordinary things.
One Sunny afternoon in June, Mike and I polished of a bottle of Piper, followed by a a distant cousin, white wine.
Mike: 'I have to go away tonight - I have a conference in Manchester - you should come!'
V: ok!
Jumping on a last minute train, no clothes or other essentials, we realise it is destination Stoke on Trent. 'No fear, we can do both!' Mike says. After lots of booze, a spot of shopping and a few attempts by Mike to get arrested, we head to Manchester to see Courtney the tour guide extraordinaire.
'Hey guys' Lets party, Manchester pub crawl style.' We had cocktails, met some Geordie and sang Karaoke with the finest amateurs. It was so much fun. Getting back to Courtney's, we slumped our abused bodies into a teeny single bed where it was lights out in a matter of seconds.
Awakening the next morning, still pissed, we managed to make it to meet Courtney for lunch and wander the day time hungover version tour of Manchester.
I need to go there again - it was such a nice part of the UK - and for a majority of it I was in a hazed state of Rose, cocktails and cheap Bacardi diet cokes.
Don't go home Courtney. Stay on the UK party bus foreverrrrrr - we love you!
Mike and I proceeded to the train - one decision we could ACTUALLY make. The 3 hour trip was arduous - but again - fun and full of laughs!
The greatest thing about not working - is your ability to do such spur of the moment things.
That or the reason it isn't very sunny in London is the fact that it makes normal (well almost) people do extraordinary things.
One Sunny afternoon in June, Mike and I polished of a bottle of Piper, followed by a a distant cousin, white wine.
Mike: 'I have to go away tonight - I have a conference in Manchester - you should come!'
V: ok!
Jumping on a last minute train, no clothes or other essentials, we realise it is destination Stoke on Trent. 'No fear, we can do both!' Mike says. After lots of booze, a spot of shopping and a few attempts by Mike to get arrested, we head to Manchester to see Courtney the tour guide extraordinaire.
'Hey guys' Lets party, Manchester pub crawl style.' We had cocktails, met some Geordie and sang Karaoke with the finest amateurs. It was so much fun. Getting back to Courtney's, we slumped our abused bodies into a teeny single bed where it was lights out in a matter of seconds.
Awakening the next morning, still pissed, we managed to make it to meet Courtney for lunch and wander the day time hungover version tour of Manchester.
I need to go there again - it was such a nice part of the UK - and for a majority of it I was in a hazed state of Rose, cocktails and cheap Bacardi diet cokes.
Don't go home Courtney. Stay on the UK party bus foreverrrrrr - we love you!
Mike and I proceeded to the train - one decision we could ACTUALLY make. The 3 hour trip was arduous - but again - fun and full of laughs!
Labels: Home sweet home, London life, Trips
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