Saturday dawned with bleary eyes and a vicious wind. I awoke to the sound of coughing and staggered towards the door. Carefully navigating my way past the beds and down three flights of stairs I made my way to the dining room. 3 cups of coffee later and I was feeling slightly more human, I find that coffee always does the job after a heavy night out, that or a few more points normally sorts me out.
Once again we set up a rendezvous and headed into town to grab breakfast. Feeling jaded and ill I managed to make my way through most of a Wetherspoon’s farmhouse breakfast accompanied by another cup of coffee. After a small shopping detour we ended up back at the hotel for the great bowling meet-up. The convoy to the 10-pin bowling took about 45mins to get there once again sat-nav was not beneficial. It took me an entire game to remember that your not allowed to put your foot over the line, so about 5 fouls later I picked my game up from a girlish 67 to 101 on the second game.
Once again it was back to the hotel for the England friendly. As usual I had anticipated disappointment, but halfway through I must say I was impressed by Rooney and Stevie G’s link up play. In total I thought Shrek (Rooney) was fantastic a real resurgence to form, he definitely silenced the critics this week even Capello wanted him to play crazy and passionate, which he did admirably. I thought Lampard also played well and once again Beckham’s ball was inch perfect, he’s not a great all-rounder but he can certainly pass with amazing accuracy.
A few beers later we were suited, booted and ready to hit the town. We skipped the gay triangle and headed back to Wetherspoons where we got turned away by the bouncers because of no groups before 10. A foolish rule in my estimation, but hey-ho. On we went to the slug and lettuce and then on to Bar[Me]. A bit of dancing and some old skool tunes later and we headed off to For Your Eyes Only, Bournemouth’s premier strip-club. At first I was unsure if I would enjoy it or not, but semi naked ladies weareing revealing lingerie prevailed. We got the stag a ridiculous amount of dances and after a while I caved and sampled the wares. I must say the girl in green was HOT, I mean steaming HHHHHOT. It’s a strange experience, especially as there are no private booths in FYEO it’s just a big room with lots of girls, almost Roman orgy style. I believe fun was had by all and a large amount of cash was spent all round.
Mmmmmmmm....
We returned to the hotel and continued to drink ourselves stupid, by 5am I was totalled and it was time for this old badger to get a few hours kip. Morning, a hangover and a 3 hour drive awaited us in the morning so it was definitely time to crash out.
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