Dont pick up, pick up, a Godiva Taxi…....
The Hobbits had the usual dose of red wine and cocktail's in a pan, followed by the Noland's, Prodigy, and the Futureheads. In a hyped up mood for the night ahead, mainly induced by alcohol. We waited for an HOUR for a taxi-the number was 02476 22 22 27 to pick us up.
(Godiva taxis firm) dont use them they are RUBBISH. When we complained the woman passed herself off as Fred, somehow i dont think that was true! She underestimated the tile hill lady's cos were be onto her tomora!!! It might be the day of rest, but were onto those 'Fucking Animals'-said Paul Valentine in the Boar. Dont BLOODY USE THAT NUMBER.
My mate, the Loobrush, suggested going to the Colosium in Central Taixi's car. This was a wise move, because although the doors were shut when we arrived, we used our charm and sophistication (yeah watever) to enter rock haven. Eg, big bouncer hugs, works every time. Mwhahahahaha.
Yes-our dreams came true when they played a number of ROCKING ALL OVER THE WORLD, bands; The Killer's (were not worthy),Baby Shambles (cool, even though Pete Doherty is a knob head), The Jam, and The Simths, to name a few…....
At the end of the day (big bro 6, 7, or 8)......fate had it's way, and it was one of the BEST nights ever. Despite, an attack from an odd Italianiano non Stalieniano man, get to spec savers is all i can say. We can remember the tunes which is a minor miracle from the lord Jesus christ!!!!!!!
Lots of Love,
ex-K2 Rules-peace out,
The Lady's of Tile on the Hill. xxxxxxxxxxxxx