They came, they saw....

.....the got pretty steamin and a good time was had by all.

Yes, the weedgie posse hit south London last weekend, on a mission to get pished, And get pished we did, although for my liver's sake I'm glad I missed out on the "5 am in the dogstar" Friday night and i9nstead only made it to the "12 hours of boozing" on the Saturday.

We managed a bit of a mini pub crawl - they started in the Alex, had moved to the Falcon by the time I had rescued Craig from himself, drinking on his own in the Dog, moved to Arch 635, before finally ending up being stood on the veranda of the Albert watching the lunar eclipse. Lovely. Was nice to show "the boys" my local (and introduce them to my wonderful girlfriend) and I think they enjoyed themselves. Everyone was on good form, if by good form you mean taking the piss out of me for just about everything that I did and was (and secretly still am) 7 years ago. But I'm a big boy, I can take the chat about my cooking prowess extending to a jar of Chicken Tonight - purely because I have absolutely no choice in the matter. I'm still quite partial to a "French Chasseur" or a "Creamy Peppercorn" on occasion.

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