9/18/2005 12:18:00 AM|||James O'Malley|||

The most unusual thing happend this evening after CENSORED. Thom, who was last mentioned on this blog a few months ago, invited Emma, Heather and myself "out for a drink". I'm NOT linking to a picture of Heather, as I think if you're a regular reader, you should have a pretty good idea of what she looks like and who she is by now!

That's right- I went to a pub on a Saturday night. This is most unusual for me. More unusual still was that we started socialising at nine PM. As in, already reasonably late. Crikey.

Thom, the theatrery ponce that he is, drove a car to get us to where we were going. Show off. He picked me up, and then we went and collected Heather and Emma, and off we went towards Leicester. I was quite glad when we didn't go all the way into Leicester, as I noted that it looks like quite a scary place to be late at night... then I realised where I'll be living in exactly one weeks time. Oo-er.

Anyway, when we reached Oadby, Thom used clutch control and driving abilities to go slowly around Oadby, looking for a "pub" in which we could "drink". We, by which I mean Thom and Emma, eventually decided on The Old Library. This was slightly misleading as the only book in sight contained matches, and the "librarians" were retailing drinks. I don't think they wanted me to "return" my drink after I had finished it, either.

Heather and myself were slightly aprehensive about just walking into a pub... despite being 18 and a big man, I'd never actually been to a pub with friends before- the closest I'd come had been the CENSORED quiz, a few weeks earlier. Heather, I assume, was similarly as inexperienced in youth drinking culture I was. That, or she was trying to make me feel a bit better by not being the only one out of my depth.

Upon entering what we were sure was a fine establishment, it turned out that we had stumbled into a public house worthy of a mention on the Chavtowns website. Ooh-heck.

It was alright actually- presumably most of the chavs had taken the day off, or indeed, were calmed by my presence there. We did the standard pub thing... sat and drank coke. Thom told tales of people he'd served in the line of duty at his employer.

After the girls had gone to, and returned from the toilet in a pack, and Thom and myself had discussed "The Match", how women are like objects, and other manly things, I coerced us into a game of Pool. It was me and Heather Vs Thom and Emma.

Pool is a fast game compared to say, Snooker or Cricket. Well, usually. Unfortunately, we were all rubbish. We must have spent a good half an hour smashing the balls around the table, to no avail. Highlights included me knocking the ball off of the table, and Heather potting a ball that had bounced off of the cushion- the latter was certainly not just a fluke, and I'm not just saying this to avoid allegations that I suggest I always criticise Heather's sporting abilities.

Either way, we ended up leaving a good twenty minutes after the pub had actually closed, none the wiser as to which team was better at an Americanised parlour game.

Long story short, I had an excellent time- including bonus points for being so out of the ordinary and short notice. Thanks to Heather, Emma and Thom for their company, and thanks to Thom for inviting me along.

Next update: something nerdish and more traditionalist JamesOMalley, I promise.

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