The last great Ormskirk pub crawl

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Quake in your pixie boots mortal, for the fates have decreed an unholy conjoining of events, and a drunken moon is rising.

Yes, Celeste, Porl and menagerie are departing for the barbarian wastes of Stalybridge, and MUST be seen off in a suitable manner, were this not enough in itself to guarantee chaos and possible arrests their departure coincides almost precisely with me being let off the leash after twelve straight days in work.

So this is the thread where you make bets on any of the following:

1)Celeste attempting a tango across the crowded dancefloor of Ormskirk's premier nitespot the Arriba (150-1)

2) Robin hitting his head on something (4-7)

3) Jimmy falling in a ditch (Evens)

4) The sudden reappearance of Swifty in a chariot drawn by lithe and oiled men, wearing a crown of thorns (8-1)

5) Porl challenging a pub full of sailors to a winner takes all "Indie-wrasslin" contest (12-10)

6) The brook down by the Park going nuts and the whole of downtown Ormskirk "doing a Boscastle" (100-1)

7) Corrin (Evens)

8) Me spending the night in Skem nick AGAIN (8-3)

Put your money where your mouths are, serfs. Anything not suitably deferential will be moderated out of existence.

― Matt (Matt), Tuesday, 7 September 2004 14:39 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm really sorry that I can't join you up there in sunny Ormskirk for what promises to be a fantastic evening of drunken mayhem, but sadly I don't have the correct visa in my passport.

― C J (C J), Tuesday, 7 September 2004 16:06 (twenty-one years ago)

I am refusing right now to go to the Arriba. Scaring students and underage drinkers by tangoing in there is great fun, but as the students aren't back yet it wouldn't be worth it.

However depending on what route is chosen and our levels of inebriation at the time, Porl and I may take it upon ourselves to have a few drinks in the Booze aisle of Morrisons. That is just about where the Loose Moose used to be, and that's the spot where our eyes met, over an empty Rock Night dance floor.

I shall leave Matt the task of writing up the night, he is The Writer after all, and we will be offline for a week or so from tomorrow. If we survive the move, and our week without the internet then my next post will be from Sunny Stalybridge.

This is Celeste, signing out from Ormskirk, for the very last time.
*Collapses in a flood of tears*
Oh hang on... not had any gin, can't cry yet.

― Celeste (Celeste), Wednesday, 8 September 2004 15:12 (twenty-one years ago)

Ormskirk's loss is Stalybridge's gain.

Oh, wait, maybe it's the other way around.

I forgot that Porl is going too.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Thursday, 9 September 2004 00:10 (twenty-one years ago)

Well it all started off slowly and civilizedly enough, various pubs were visited for the last time in a great whirling merry-go-round of nostalgia. However, as closing time neared we were still in a state of relative sobriety.

So we accelerated, and then it all went a bit wonky.

If you had placed money on me ending up in Skem nick AGAIN, you'd have fancied your chance, but ultimately been disappointed.

And that was that, really, and now my head hurts.

― Matt (Matt), Thursday, 9 September 2004 11:08 (twenty-one years ago)

hurty hurty head hurt.
I blame the whisky.
I should be packing. I wish I was sleeping.
Instead I'm procrastinating.
If I could click my fingers I might be able to do a Mary Poppins and it would all sort itself out.

― bilblio (Celeste), Thursday, 9 September 2004 11:35 (twenty-one years ago)

Thanks everyone for coming down - much fun had by all. Very booze. See you on the other side.

― Gribowitz (Lynskey), Thursday, 9 September 2004 13:31 (twenty-one years ago)

So, what happened to the poodle you all were drinking with just before closing? Did it ever 'get in' with Matt?

― Aimless The Unlogged, Thursday, 9 September 2004 18:44 (twenty-one years ago)

"So, what happened to the poodle you all were drinking with just before closing? Did it ever 'get in' with Matt?"

They got married. They are honeymooning now at an undisclosed kennel.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Thursday, 16 September 2004 10:29 (twenty-one years ago)

That's no poodle, that's my wife.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 17 September 2004 12:58 (twenty-one years ago)

Take my wife...please. Out. She needs to 'go'.

― Michael White (Hereward), Friday, 17 September 2004 14:36 (twenty-one years ago)

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