Just when I thought Hobbits couldn’t get any better… it did. Last night started off slow but ended up brilliant. Shall we do this step by step.?
Act One. Bar 4.
A light. The smell of stale smoke and sweat. I do wish Hwang would use some deodrant occasionally, hehe.
Cue an empty Bar4 upper level, four beers, two Archers and Lemonade and Hwang, Lemony and good old Fluffy Bunny. They opened the upper bar just for the three of us and we enjoyed a quick drink and good hotter and hotter as the other customers filed up into the seating. Most of them were wearing gangster outfits circa.1920 and it looked like a rerun of Bugsy Malone… more so as 85% of them were DEFINATELY underage.
Hmmm.
Act Two. The White Lion.
Yonder, a man approaches. Dressed in black, his eyes dark with hate. Oh it’s Monkey and he isn’t allowed to smoke in the pub.
So we hit The White Lion and were eventually joined by Monkey and the rest of the other group (James, Laura, Katie, etc). Hwang set a high score on the Space Invaders game, I kicked him off the top. Katie played pool against Lemony whilst Chris coached her and I coached Lemony. It went so well as Lemony potted the black…… and then the white on the backspin. Arse. Lots of amusement was had though.
Act Three. Phoenix.
The Earth a rising moon, the smell of the musty ground after rain… nope it’s the smell of the drains by the bar again.
Balcony. A little light wind. The smoke that we all miss so much and a good laugh with the rest of the group including Pouty who is now pouting for a professional modelling society 
. There were an awful lot of Hen Nights around last night which was odd but I suppose people tend to get married more in the summer than the rest of the year apart from Valentine’s Day. We left Hwang to finish his beer and then onwards…
Act Four, The Finale. Hobbits.
Darkness. A simple wooden bench as made by an aging craftsman, ah apparently a bloke called Terry from Nuneaton with a nail gun and a Transit
So we got there in the end. A night of debauchery continued in Hobbits. I won a sticker for helping out ANOTHER hen night (bunny ears on women don’t look right when dancing to Chop Suey).! Baz was thankfully sat saving our seats and he got a quick neck massage for his efforts. Two tequila’s saw me feeling very drunk and a little silly and after some dancing I ended up sat in the doorway of the shop next door, with Dory, a boss eyed girl named Lucy and a stripper called Tanya from Worcester. Don’t ask. Was very amusing though… Until Pouty appeared and plonked herself down in a small pile of vomit and looked like someone had driven a tricycle over her head. Seven tequila’s wasn’t it honey.? Vomiting waited until halfway home thankfully.
But it was a fucking good night.! Totally brilliant and I hope to totally recreate it next weekend with a few more people in Hobbits on Friday.!
Roll on the weekend.!!!