The Pub Crawl Bit

In celebration of my 29th Birthday, I am planning a nice sedate little pub crawl around W8 and W11, on Sat November 1st. Here's the vague plan: Everyone must start the crawl - that is to say - no meeting up with us halfway. You can bail out at any point, but you shall be the object of lightweight related cusses for many moons to come.

Everyone will meet at 10:30 in a greasy spoon (Shepherd's Bush? - To be decided...) for a stomach lining breakfast. Then we will head to the Prince of Wales public house for 11:30. We will by this stage have appointed a cashier. Probably me, unless someone else fancies it. Everyone will put 30 quid in to the pot. (3 Quid a drink, 10 drinks). The cashier orders all the rounds. Before we start, anyone not drinking lager should specify their poison, and at least try to stick to it. If you sit out a round, or order a soft drink, tough. Them's the breaks. We can't be dealing with drunk maths.

We drink one drink per pub, and move on. We might have to skip The Castle, as it is being refurbished, but it could be finished by the 1st Nov. Obviously, as the day goes on, we will spend a little longer in each establishment. If the situation arises, we will respect any decision not to serve us; pubs have a habit of ringing the other locals, forewarning them, and then we're buggered. Any money left over at the end will be distributed for taxis/kebabs/shorts/etc etc. And remember troops, The tortoise beat the hare, it's not the winning, it's the taking part, the second mouse gets the cheese, blah blah blah. In short, take it easy and we should have a good laugh. If we don't someone could end up like this. Or this, this, or this. Or even this,and we wouldn't want that now, would we?

Check out the route map after the photos.

First pint Prince of Wales	Second pint The Castle	Third pint Rat and Parrot	Fourth pint Ladbroke Arms	Fifth pint Uxbridge Arms
Sixth pint Windsor Castle	Seventh pint Churchill Arms	Eighth pint Old Swan	Ninth pint Prince Albert	Tenth pint Sun in Splendour

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The Aftermath

Well done troops. All in all a thoroughly blinding day was had by all. It really was a spiffing jaunt. I personally don't remember anything after The Sun in Splendour. This is because it was the last pub on the route, and I probably figured that anything after it was a Brucey Bonus. As such, I have no recollection of the Gold, the Finch's, the tequilas or anything. At all. Apparently I came to the classic inebriated conclusion that falling over is much easier than walking. This is born out by my 'beer bruises'.

I would like to thank everyone who turned up, but a couple of people deserve a special commendation for their services to getting fucked up; namely....Drum roll please...Ben and Steven. Their sterling effort entailed going out on Friday night, seeing in the dawn, maintaining conciousness and a degree of sanity, and taking on everything that Saturday threw at them. That's the sort of Dunkirk spirit that the youngsters of today lack. The sort of gumption that will make this once great country great again. Also my brother, Shane for doing such a fine job of ordering the drinks and dealing with the finances. Never was there an empty glass, or a thirsty punter. Magnificent.

Equally everyone should pat themselves on the back for seeing the day through, exceeding all expectations, and for not puking. As I understand it, no one was sick. And quite frankly if you were, you held it down so well, you deserve a double pat. Marvellous stuff. There's a few snaps to peruse, nothing too raucous unfortunately, but there are a couple of chuckles. In the heat of the battle, photography is not a priority I'm afraid.

Everyone's looking alright...	Juvenile idiot	It's still early	Getting livelier	Blazin' squad
Everyone's not looking alright...	Who's going home with Shane?	Kids, don't do drugs...	Pole dancers	Stan 'n' Ollie
Lovers tiff	I must've said something...	Not sure who looks worse...	Hands up if you're gay	Lager please
Fuzzy Barney	Dunno	The happy couple

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