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And she apparently didn't care for the comment.

Just clocked this there. I'm amazed and honoured that you have (or anyone has for that matter) three words of mine as your signature!

Fear and Loathing this weekend. I must admit, I have gone from a naysayer who used to chuckle at my friends' insisting on ICW nights being brilliant, to a total convert. I love them and have had far more fun at any of them than I did watching TNA when in Florida. Brilliant shows all the time and Fear and Loathing being their flagship show and in the Classic Grande as well, hopefully they'll be pulling some mental shit out of the bag.

What is scripting?

Like a young, black Michael Jackson, I'll be There!

Having a look at his FB page, his favourite quote is: Harry Roberts is our friend, is our friend, is our friend. Harry Roberts is our friend, he kills coppers. Let him out to kill some more, kill some more, kill some more, let him out to kill some more, Harry Roberts Clever guy.

I remember the pishy Belgian lager in Deep Blue Sea that was 8.5% and my rant that somewhere in Belgium is there a shitey alternative student hovel that sells Tennents Super and tries to pass it off as 'niche' because it's foreign, as that's what that place was doing. Disgusting stuff.

Actually, I remember that well! I mean I have no recollection of where any of the last 2 pubs actually are or the interiors of them. But I remember that conversation! I'm delighted to say I woke up yesterday without any iota of the fear. Parts of the night are still missing, yet I remember nearly everything, even threatening to go with Gordie to the union in Paisley for a pint before deciding that enough was enough before getting there.

That's my cut off. My recollection of the last two pubs is virtually zero before being back in the Vale and Dows, which I remember again. And the legendary chippy after Partick. I also got a flashback earlier today of standing at the bar in Dows during the karaoke and a very hard looking chunt and his son standing beside me sipping away quietly on their pints. I turn round to see who's up next and the hard b*****d is flat out on his back, steaming and his equally pished son trying to help him up. I generously lend a hand and get the pwoppa nawty fella back in the game and in a show of solidarity of pishedness, give him a pat on the shoulder and tell him man to man: 'don't worry mate, nobody saw it!', 'SAW WHIT?' he replied. 'You decking it! nobody saw it though' I remind him...... and in a show of total indignant, youre-about-to-get-stabbed-if you-don't-fuck-off rage, he replies 'AH DIDNY DECK IT YA p***k'. Fair enough, I chuckle, and stagger back to the party.....brilliant.

It will. And it'll be immense. But like that band you saw playing before they hit it big and everyone else jumps on the bandwagon, it just wont be the same when everyone gets in on it. I commented at the start of the day that it was shite that you and Mattbairn couldn't make it, though.

Absolute lad!

I wish it was happening all over again today.

I remember him in the Vale. He was a slabbering mess.

It may not have been us. There was a rival subcrawl party who were one stop ahead of us. We met them all the way around and once in particular in a tunnel leaving the subway as they were going onto their next stop. Was like a scene from Green Street, pwoppa nawty! Only with slightly more beastly looking haircuts and a lassie with very tight red breeks who apparently took offence at me shouting 'awrite troosers!' at her.

There was a guy randomly standing outside a shop in Govan with a cyclops mask on. He was the catalyst for the Dean Sheils patter.

Also, meeting Dean Sheils on the way round the subcrawl was certainly an eyelight.

Great day out. Loads of fun and good company. Sweet Pete and I's new buddy cop show is a goer as soon as we pitch it to the network execs.

No one. And I mean no one, bailed on on the crawl. What a performancen so proud.

The rest of us closed the circle In Sammy dows. Bit of karaoke. Me and geordieboy80 finished up with plenty others and on the train home now. Steaming. What a day. BEAST!

Phoning taxi to train station now. See you in Dows at 11 sharp ladies and gents.

Morning crawlers!

Count me in for the early start then! Well, there or thereabouts.

Where and when is the official meet up point for this? Dows?

I'll still be there! Still looking forward to this, despite the shoddy establishments. Should be a right good laugh.

I thought we was quite young still.