Oh god, it
feels like a farm animal with severe constipation finally managed to
relieve itself, in my FREAKEN HEAD! Groan, it was worth it though, after
such a sweet day on the
circle line pub crawl.
For those of
you who are unfortunate enough not to know about or have not been on the
circle line pub crawl, you get a few thousand kiwis together at
Paddington station on the Circle line at 10:30am and attempt to visit a
pub at every stop on the
circle line (that's the yellow one), going counter-clockwise. I'm
sure people have actually managed to do it, but it really is just an
excuse for one hell of a fantastic day out, to show London what Kiwi's
are made of (for better or worse).
My goal was
to try and take a photo outside every pub we visited:
That photo was as far as I got
with that idea. Oh well.
As you can probably
imagine, carnage and drunken buffoonery dominated the day, with at least
one pint in each pub:
I took my iPod and speakers
and cranked out as loud as the speakers could go Kiwi music for the day:
(Guys, if you want to get a bunch of chicks gathering
around you and thinking that you're just the bees knees, play
Poi-e).
Here's a taste of what a
trip on the tube was like, very similar
to the usual day to day commute really, with everyone singing and joking
around.
London is getting used to
the pub crawl, with the odd bar playing Kiwi music when we turn up and even the
beggars know how to get in on the act:
I couldn't help but give a
beggar holding up a "Ki-Ora" (close enough) sign a quid to help him out
with his heroin addiction.
The absolute highlight of
the day HAS to be the Haka preformed in Parliament square. All the guys,
going hard out, shirts off. Here's a taste
of what it was like to actually be in the middle of it! It's damn hard
to do the Haka while holding a camera.
One of our pub stops was on the Queen Mary, a boat (which is where I had
my 2004 Birthday Party):
Here's my flatties, Tania and Grant, for some reason the
road was on a huge lean:
After about Tower Bridge or somewhere, most people
buggered off home, but Charles and I went to some party, where Charles
made me break my promise to myself not to drink any spirits. Things
really start to black out from then on, but apparently we had a good
time, we even picked up some chicks by the looks of it!
Obviously Charles did something wrong (must have acted
all drunk and stupid or something) and we didn't end up taking them home
as I woke up by myself :-(
What a fantastic day, already looking forward to next
year...
