Preston Shennanigans

Is that how you spell shennanigans?

Who knows, or cares - which reminds me there’s a lot of apathy out there.

Anyway last night I was out with work mates in Preston on my leaving do. Early start at the Old Black Bull with Paul C, joined by Andrew T before we went up the road to the Dilshad Tandoori.

Why I was worried about booking I have no idea, we were the only ones in there! Nevertheless it was pretty good and reasonably priced. One thing though, their madras is a bit of a beast! Hot on the way in, hot on the way out, as I realised this morning.

Went back to the Old Black Bull after for a couple more drinks, then tried Tokyo Joe’s, which was queued right down the street, necessitating Plan B - Browns. Mmm, not a great club, music was sh*te I thought though we managed to put up with the venue til about 1.

And then there were 3. As in me, Paul C and John G: after a brief debate over heading over to Perfect Tens we decided to knock it on the head and jumped in a cab.

Good night altogether, stayed in the Ibis and was woken by their fire alarm at half 7 this morning - f*ckers!