Don’t mess with her!!
Blergh…
Whats that thing called where your mouth tastes like used cat litter and you can only see out of one eye due to the splitting headache caused by that little elf bastard on the back of my head with the damn axe!?
Oh yeah a hangover, thats it!
I have a hangover because I went to the Bierodrome last night and if you don’t have a hangover after you go there then you should be stuck in a box and sunk to the bottom of the ocean like Angel was in that Buffy episode (Hey my flatmate was watching it). It was for one of our friend’s birthday and it was pretty cool apart from it being totally packed to the gills for all of the night, but hey thats why you book tables isn’t it? 
Afterwards was a bit surreal though, it seems as though I attract psychos wherever I go. OR maybe I just go to places in London where there seems to be a rather disproportionate amount of them.
We had left the Bierodrome dreaming of chicken so after being cruelly rejected by Nandos we made our way to the local KFC (I know, what was I thinking going to Nandos first? Well to tell the truth I wasn’t by that point) thinking we could get some ‘variety’ if you know what I mean. Or something.
Anyway we got there and ordered etc and got our meals without incident but, alas! There was no BBQ sauce!! loud intake of breath
Sinan decided to go get some and this is when the trouble started….
He went to counter and stood behind two ‘girls’. I don’t know exactly what happened but next thing I know they were telling him to get is stinky ass away from them (I should point out now that he isn’t actually stinky or trying to crack onto them… They were just mental). He said, in his best james bond accent, ‘I’m just trying to get some sauce’ and then they started saying he better get his ass the fuck back to Kiwi land. Wtf??! He has a scottish accent! Maybe if these chicks had spent less time smokin crack and more time watching the Beeb they would have known this but ah well… Anyway, I found this whole thing hilarious and (for some reason) said, ‘holy shit we are standing behind some crazy biznatches here’ which as you can probably guess didn’t go down too well
The girls turned around and started saying ‘What did you say? I will knock you down mofo’ and other stuff that they learnt after listening to Oxide and Neutrino contantly for the last 4 years in Belmarsh and I said ‘mumble, mumble, I said crazy people’ which did nothing to make them want to be our friends.
About this point I started wondering where Rox was. I was expecting to hear her Xena war cry any second so I was basically felt fearless. The only problem is that dickhead guys don’t like being hit by girls but also can’t hit them back (like Sinan couldn’t do anything to these girls who by now had started pushing him around!) but girls can do anything to other girls and as tough as Rox is she isn’t stupid and these girls looked like they had busted mad caps in people in the past so it was for the best that nothing happened.
Anyway… The girls went to leave and I defused the situation by agreeing with them that they could ‘fuck us all up’ or whatever they were saying… Luckily they were angry so my cheeky sarcasm went unnoticed
And that was that! An annoying and rather surreal end to an otherwise pleasant evening… Oh well, thats London for ya I guess. From next year they are going to be allowing 24 hour liquor licenses so hopefully that will stop the problem for 50,000 drunk knob bandits appearing on the street at 11 o’clock every night.
Heres hoping…
