The senior seedling ventured out to Zanzi' for the u18's night. Chose his best labelled gear, gelled his hair, and disapeared out of the door surrounded by a cloud of Lynx!
£7 in and all you can drink for free*.
He returned at 11.30 smiling, and refused to answer all questions, or rise to any amount of verbal baiting from me!
Never went to the u18's myself, was always fishing, running, playing rugby/footy, or rambling around the fields of the North End, ah those were the days! The saddest boogers were a couple of my mates who despite being just over the age of consent, used to get in to the kiddies disco to get their pick of the young impressionable chicks! Reprehensible, and unsurprisingly, despite being married they are both still inveterate skirt chasers. A leopard .... You're just jealous, and uniquley unsuccesful with the opposite sex, Ed
*Coke and Lemonade that was so watery that it was virtually unsuppable.