Bush Bush Bush - eventually

So we sink a few beers at the Saracen's Head in Ware, move on to the train station, a few initial hand crouches to begin as demonstrated by Butch below, we board the train, get 10mins up the track to Stansted Abbots and the train stops. It turns out there was a fatality on the track which delayed all the trains heading to Liverpool street.

The train was stop-start all the way and we were making no headway at all. So we decided to move to the next carriage and talk to the other passengers. Just to set the scene it was boiling hot, no air con and to quench our thirst all we had was a crate of Castlemaine. The passengers included an Italian Lady with her daughter who gave us little anti-evolution pamphlets?? There was also a 27 year old lady called Lorna who worked for Tesco as a purchaser at their office in Cheshunt. She can be seen below applying lip gloss to Matthew.

We decided to get off of the train at Cheshunt and get a taxi up to Tottenham Hale where we jumped on the tube and met these dirty travelling pill heads who joined our carriage because we were having so much fun, then when we started slating them - told us to leave?? Eventually they got off of the train and onto the next carriage - filth!

Matt and Butch were so put off women by these specimens that they became gay. The train journey, although initially a bit of a nightmare - turned out to be one of the highlights of the evening. Constant Witty Banter and acting out the evolution pamphlets - with the other passengers - Lorna showing us all up with her impressive literary competence. Apparently we turned her nightmare of a journey into a really enjoyable time - she even patted us all on the head upon her departure.

We then popped into a pub before the party and got wasted. we met a couple of gents called Gerry and Andrew. I introduced us as the three Daves - and they actually believed that we were all called Dave. We drank our drinks through 20 straws at once, sang disney songs and Frank Sinatra, weren't allowed to Hand Crouch and then the cool randoms came to the party with us - at 2am - "Guys it's 2am, why are you so late?!" - Sorry John.

Still believing we were all called Dave, we'd forgotten to tell the other party goers to play along with this. So, Sarah began to recall the story of me "taking over the Nizlopi concert" to Andrew and myself and said how it was so good that they were chanting "Sam, Sam, Sam". At this point matey looked slightly confused, looked at me, and said "but your name's Dave...." I burst out laughing at this point - our cover had been blown. They were genuinely dissapointed to hear that not only no-one was called Dave - but that they'd fallen for the spur-of-the-moment gag, hook, line and sinker!!

The Party was Awesome too - going on til 6am! Environmental health officers also called. Good to see ALL of John's house mates and thanks to Butch who recommended that perhaps I should cook the raw meet I was just about to devour - I thought it was cooked. I couldn't even stomach the roll mop fish in a jar that I bought for some unknown drunken reason.