I feel rough as a rough things rough bits. damn hangovers. Simon had a bad time recovering from having his tonsils out. but is on the mend now so we went out last night and made the most of it.
Its been a while since i had a big night out, and last night I rememberd how good a night out in bp can be, compared to "rip off" newcastle. In newcastle going to the club means spending £10 to get in and listening to music to please the masses in a clostofobic room.
Last night it was £6 to get in, and for that we got a dance CD, live entertainment in the form of Peter Andre and Jordan dueting, followed by fire breathers, stilt walkers and dancers with good quality dance music.
Right not really got much more to say so ill shut up now.
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