Neil's Stag weekend - Saturday night - The Lowenbrau (Part 2)

Part 2...

So now onto the serious business of drinking MORE.... a favourite past-time of most of us here! Introducing more of the protangonists:

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Peter, Duane, Peel, The Captain and Ben - weapons of choice in hand! Dunno what Neil's thumb finds so interesting about Ben's nose, but stranger things have happened at sea!

I have to say, this place rocks, as we left the restaurant area about 11pm and made our way into the bar area, it was going off - think it may have been a 'Hives' song. If anyone has been to a 'Walkabout' will probably be able to picture it, except that there were no girls getting molested on the dancefloor as they were out of their skulls! Well, maybe not yet anyway hey Peter?! ;-0)


Time to get on it and Neil was getting loadsa attention regarding the T-shirt and these two lasses - Nic and Chloe, were on hand to help out. Have to say that they were really good fun lasses and were cool enough to not only suggest a couple of dares, but help Peel out with one as well - but more of that in a while - crocodile! We were all busy just then getting lashed and of course, Neil was meeting and greeting the Jaegermeister at the bar quite regularly - bu why not, it's his stag do. One of the things I loved about this place was how friendly everyone was - it was obviously a popular bar and there were a wide variety of age groups in here, including some Eastern European lasses we got chatting to. Dunno if they were Students or 'ahem, Students', but they were nice enough and one of our guys, Peter, scored a great result with one of them.

Anyway - one of Peel's challenges was to find a willing filly and have hr kindly lie on the floor while the Peelster did push-ups on top of her. Needless to say, yup, you guessed it, this is where the girls came in and saved the day - now Nic offered to help Peel providedshe could write a dare and well, Duane didn't need to be asked twice! I videoed The Stag's actually quite creditable attempt at push-ups (considering how much we'd all drunk) and this is the 'preparation' shot. Thanks girls, you really did help make the night a top one. Trudles, I can guarantee that Neil behaved like a perfect Gentleman and was the model of diplomacy, tact and discretion. There were some others, Peter, who shall remain nameless...!

But anyway, onwards and upwards and we all diligently applied ourselves to the task of obliteration any remaining sense and sob erness with more beer! As you'd expect, there was a lot more tomfoolery and shenanigans and I have to hold my hand up and state that I was pretty mullahed at this point and the night just seemed to slip away from me. Can you tell from the picture just how twatted (or twatish) we all were!! And I was smoking again, a sure-fire sign that I drinking, drunk or on the way to getting drunk! I'm giving up, honestly! In the picture here: Rod, Ben and myself are belting out the lines to whatever song it was that was playing - you might all know it as it goes....'Rrrrr, Raaaaar, Dadadadada, NNNNNNN...!'

This last was a cheeky little number I snapped along the way and I thought summed up the night in terms of the raucous and fun atmosphere in the bar. Don't ask, I don't know, but on closer inspection we can see Peter (Mate, you were all over the Lowenbrau like a cheap suit - way ta go...), Ben and Rodders. As you can see, they're all singing again and I reckon the tune went like the previous one!! Lowenbrau, we love ya and if the 'X' is anything to go by, you're much better by far!

So, the bar closed at 1AM and we sorrowfully trudged out. A few hardcore guys went up to the 'X' where we walked about for 90 minutes being refused entry to everywhere - great walk though - I nearly sobered up and that woulda been dangerous!

Our final throw of the die was the 'Townhall' in Newtown and it was open until 5am. WHY did we want to drink until 5am? Probably because we could, although by then I was beyond reason and rhyme! I did meet the lovely Amanda (so did Peter...!!) but thats another story...!