Juicelog Fri 210706: Friday night started off on a tricky footing when a few of us decided to drop into the new Barcode in Vauxhall. Londan got stopped at the door by the security guy and was refused entry. As I had already taken three steps into the building I had to immediately moonwalk back four steps back to ascertain what the problem was.
Now as far as I’m aware Londan had a shower before he came out (given that I prompted him earlier on in the day). His messy hair from this morning had been cut to ensure that no Worzel Gummidge clumps jutted out from the sides of his chavvy cap. He even went as far as to chuck away his copy of his Evening Standard newspaper into a nearby dustbin to avoid any false accusations of being identified as an erudite.
In an all too familiar case of rising above your station-itis, the doormen did not want to allow him into the bar on the grounds that he was deemed to be “too scruffy”. Not quite believing what we were told, we wasted a good ten minutes of priceless drinking time scrutinising Londan’s garms (that’s street slang for attire). Now if truth be told his outfit was moderately austere and prosaic which I believe was intentionally done to avoid upstaging me.
Londan wasn’t prepared to go home to get changed in order to conform to this ridiculous door policy. No amount of bribing, fluttering of my eyelashes and pleading was able to assuage the doormen into making an exception to allow him in. Luckily, one of my gods answered my cry for help and sent an angel in the form of Jono to resolve our predicament. Jono thankfully knew the bar manager who came along to usurp the doorman’s decision. Without wishing to be ungrateful I juicily "thanked" Jono for his laudable and kind assistance. I’m sure like all good mates, Londan would do the same for me.
We all bumped into an extremely close friend of ours, Kay, who we haven’t seen or heard from in absolute ages. Never one to disappoint at social gatherings she lived up to her naughty reputation and got us partying till the early morning. Kay has always been good to us even though we have been slack with staying in touch with her. Like most of my good mates, I will be seeing more of her in the future.
Now as far as I’m aware Londan had a shower before he came out (given that I prompted him earlier on in the day). His messy hair from this morning had been cut to ensure that no Worzel Gummidge clumps jutted out from the sides of his chavvy cap. He even went as far as to chuck away his copy of his Evening Standard newspaper into a nearby dustbin to avoid any false accusations of being identified as an erudite.
In an all too familiar case of rising above your station-itis, the doormen did not want to allow him into the bar on the grounds that he was deemed to be “too scruffy”. Not quite believing what we were told, we wasted a good ten minutes of priceless drinking time scrutinising Londan’s garms (that’s street slang for attire). Now if truth be told his outfit was moderately austere and prosaic which I believe was intentionally done to avoid upstaging me.
Londan wasn’t prepared to go home to get changed in order to conform to this ridiculous door policy. No amount of bribing, fluttering of my eyelashes and pleading was able to assuage the doormen into making an exception to allow him in. Luckily, one of my gods answered my cry for help and sent an angel in the form of Jono to resolve our predicament. Jono thankfully knew the bar manager who came along to usurp the doorman’s decision. Without wishing to be ungrateful I juicily "thanked" Jono for his laudable and kind assistance. I’m sure like all good mates, Londan would do the same for me.
We all bumped into an extremely close friend of ours, Kay, who we haven’t seen or heard from in absolute ages. Never one to disappoint at social gatherings she lived up to her naughty reputation and got us partying till the early morning. Kay has always been good to us even though we have been slack with staying in touch with her. Like most of my good mates, I will be seeing more of her in the future.
Jono & Damon:
Marvin, Clitty & Londan:
Dan E, Juicy, Clitty's Hand & Marvin:
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