I decided last night that I just had to go out and se the nightlife here in London, have a bit of fun.........
Since I really don't know much about the nightlife here I decided to go and see on the internet where everybody else was going..........
Found out that there is this place called "The Mean Fiddler" OK I'll just go there.......
But of course I had to get some alcohol in my system before I go (like a true Icelander) I had some vodka shots from Iceland called OPAL and TOPAS............. NOT A GOOD IDEA!!!
(Just let my good friend Mr. Tarantino explain)
Like I said I just downed some of that stuff and hopped on the bus to Charing Cross. But somewhere on the way the bus stops and everyone has to get off........ I have no idea where I am.......
But for some sheer act of luck I manage to find the right bus to get there ( remember Im pretty drunk at this point) Anyway...... I'm at the right place. Since I have never been there before I of course I walk trough the wrong door...... When I get in I notice that there are almost only guys in there...... AHA..... Gay night at the Astoria...... Whoops, someone is in the wrong place ( not homophobic, just not what I was looking for)
Fortunately I figured out where I went wrong and got back out and into The Mean Fiddler. Nothing interesting happened there but I still had a pretty good time.
Then there was the getting home part....... Took the right bus..... IN THE WRONG DIRECTION !!! I got a nice sightseeing trip around London but got home in the end.
And I'll NEVER drinking OPAL or TOPAS again!!!!
Since I really don't know much about the nightlife here I decided to go and see on the internet where everybody else was going..........
Found out that there is this place called "The Mean Fiddler" OK I'll just go there.......
But of course I had to get some alcohol in my system before I go (like a true Icelander) I had some vodka shots from Iceland called OPAL and TOPAS............. NOT A GOOD IDEA!!!
(Just let my good friend Mr. Tarantino explain)
Like I said I just downed some of that stuff and hopped on the bus to Charing Cross. But somewhere on the way the bus stops and everyone has to get off........ I have no idea where I am.......
But for some sheer act of luck I manage to find the right bus to get there ( remember Im pretty drunk at this point) Anyway...... I'm at the right place. Since I have never been there before I of course I walk trough the wrong door...... When I get in I notice that there are almost only guys in there...... AHA..... Gay night at the Astoria...... Whoops, someone is in the wrong place ( not homophobic, just not what I was looking for)
Fortunately I figured out where I went wrong and got back out and into The Mean Fiddler. Nothing interesting happened there but I still had a pretty good time.
Then there was the getting home part....... Took the right bus..... IN THE WRONG DIRECTION !!! I got a nice sightseeing trip around London but got home in the end.
And I'll NEVER drinking OPAL or TOPAS again!!!!
Mark is right - drunkeness is London is just something you get used to - watch out for dickhead drivers though...