I was drinking in Manchester last week.

I hadn’t intended to be, but sometimes these things just happen.

It turned out it was the 10 year reunion for my Uni course, but it clashed with England vs Portugal, so I went to a pub showing the football instead.

As a compromise I picked a pub near the reunion so I could go there afterwards. In the football pub I found most of the guys I went to Uni with .. also ignoring the reunion in favour of the football. 🙂

We got very drunk, and very wet (beer flying everywhere at various points in the game)
(somehow I lately seem to get soaked when drunk …)

And (due to extra time) turned up at the reunion very late.

More drinking, and pretty soon we got kicked out, but wanted more drinking, so went back to Steve’s hotel where they were still serving if we pretended we were all guests.
(somehow I lately seem to blag hotels when drunk … )

More drinking in the hotel lobby, and two women came in, one carrying a guitar.

More drinking and she was playing and singing for us, then we were all drunkenly singing along.

One of the lads we were with was staring at one of the women, suddenly he pointed at her and said “You’re Holy Mary out of Phoenix Nights!”

And she was.

(Not much point to this story other than me drinking and singing with famous folk)