ShUOC at Corporation

The night started off well with John and Steve dressing up as 80’s porn star and director style people, Will as an 80’s pirate, Gaz as an 70’s disco dude and Rhys as a mixture of them all. I tried to be a pirate but gave up after a while…

The beers were pouring in and even Mr Palmer turned up to celebrate! The trip to Corporation left Hazel to go home as it seemed of a bit of a boys night out and so we rambled on, some of us on piggyback.

Corp, if you haven’t been, is a lovely place full of Goths, heavy metal and even sticky floors and dark lighting to boot. What a great night! There were the old £1 double vodka and coke/iron bru not to be meddled with and the harsh tunes to be played downstairs including ‘rage against the machine’ and some ska punk stuff…not the romantic cheese crap they play in other clubs (Mingdom, for example).

Steve had a run in with a sneak thief who persisted on “borrowing” his crazy afro and sunglasses and then not returning them! (I reckon she fancied him EVEN with the filthy moustache!!!)

The night went on and on and Craney got more and more drunk. Considering he did 5 and a bit hours training this weekend and then drank quite a bit, I think we should let him off!! His drunken dancing and falling into people made some strange girl decide to hit both me and Tom E in the face, to which we replied in a nice way (use your imagination) and that was the cue for Craney to be taken home (once his legs had given way). Will took one shoulder and Neil the other and the rest of us followed as every taxi driver wanted a £50 deposit before they would take him... Neil decided to walk back with him, and that was that.

The rest of us danced for a bit and then me and Steve returned via taxi to the Friery where I had some chips and burnt my mouth – damn those takeaways!