The night starts off as usual, Martin in his boxers for 8 hours, Tom playing with his hair for 2 hours, Simon restyles his hair 15 times and Chris empties his bag everywhere. This general ritual is followed by 1 hour of goon at our favourite wooden table outside 2 kangaroos (if this means nothing to you, dont worry). The lovely (hideous) girls in 2 kangaroos did their usual moaning at the amount of drunken shite coming from 4 extremely friendly English mouths; time to go to the Woolshed!!!
After the usual stumble, which took approximately 20 minutes (10 by daylight), we enter the only establishment that suits our nature, the infamous Woolshed. To put it into perspective, its like the Carlton but sleazier!! If you dont know the Carlton, then it was basically a room, with music, alcohol, and women dancing on tables looking for a bone to chew.
On the night in question, Mr Thomas Whitmore got a little lucky towards the end of the night. We say lucky, but thats for you all to decide, because what happened 20 minutes before he found this lovely lass is quite interesting.
To begin with, the girl in question had her eyes firmly set on the other three hotlunchers, whom Tom is travelling with. She systematically tried to pull, cop off with, snog, french kiss, bone, suck off, etc.The fact off the matter is, the other hot lunchers had a winning combination of less alcohol and the power of sight, so stood firm on a 'No' to this girls approaches. Tom didnt, and so took her home.
Tom insisted on 45 minutes to do his magic, we know he only needed 15 really, but we gave him the time anyway.
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