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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

How was your St Paddy's Day?

Well ours was fooken special to say the least. Ah the day to celebrate the Drunken Saint. This tale includes some good 'ol Irish Punk Rock to set the scene so do take a listen.

We started off drinking Guinness at Foundry in Pretoria East, well to be honest the rest of the lads had been drinking all day - I had to work but whatever. Watched an awesome set by Nothing Alike (if anyone knows their website or MySpace URL let me know, Google searches are coming up dry) - and drank more Guinness.
Dropkick Murphys - I'm Shipping Up To Boston

Then off to Presley's Action Bar (don't ask) for some late night Karaoke, naturally. We didn't get to "sing" though, largely because the dyke running the show got iffy after we called her a cnut for being one and for not letting us write our band name down - "Jesus and the Carpenters". Subsequently a large amount of Philthy 4th's* like abuse was hurled her way whenever she cocked loading the next song, it didn't happen often but when it did, we let her know about it. Anyway, had a couple and then tested our alcohol blood levels on the bar breathalyzer gadget. Sweet device, never seen one before but more bars should have them.

Beach - 0.97 (Paraletic)
Dyl - 0.79 (Almost there)
Wez - 0.71 (Still able to remember figures and multiply)

The broads had ditched us at this point, bunch of girls. Although looking back I don't blame them, we were running on the black stuff (The Captain & The Guinnie) and a lot of it.
Flogging Molly - Drunken Lullabies

Then a quick screech off to Hatfield for a couple of Kilkennys at O'Hagens. Then up to DropZone for some tekkie-squeek - anyone from P-Town who's English will tell you that spending anytime at DropZone is not a great idea. Every oke reckons you checking out his tjerrie (girlfriend, for our no SA audience) and only wants to recount facts with a barstool to the cranium.

Highlight of the night must have been Beach getting lucky with an absolute Belter of a Swamp Donkey who had come off her shift bar tendering at Gruntsville, oh and Nothing Alike's gig - good band that.

I drove, yes I know - I know. Any drunken St Paddy's day stories? Comments are your friend.

* Philthy 4th's: The drunken Hockey side most of the ChumpStylers and friends play for.

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