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By Jaxx456 on 04/05/2008

Well then for all of you who know kier it helps. If you don't hes a good mate/ex-dg/retired rs.

Well last night we went to london again, this time with more money than the real life meet and more intention of party'ing. Bout 9pm we thought it was pretty ****, so we thought weld go back home, two fine chicks pull up in the train so i convince kier to try his luck with em cos weld never see em again, he makes a complete retard of himself and we decide the nights not over we need to party, so we head to picaddilly circus, home of steves passing out lol.

We get drunk all round picadilly running in the road having our picture taken with all these girls in limos all out looking to party. We sit down to chill out and see 2 girls, me and kier decide that weld see who can get a number first, so we whop out two fags, wonder over and the night begins

. Immediately they're straight in on us, we find out there german, ones 24 and the others 25, just note me and kier are both 16. We run low on beer so we decide weld go get some more, we leave them there, go round the corner and make a sprint for chinatown (the only place that would serve us). On the way we pull up in a carpark to phone our parents to tell them were staying round a friends for the night, before we know it a homeless guy with a knife attacks us. I manage to disarm him then talk him out of it and chill him out.

Bop our adventure continues when we return with more beer. We get back and a guy that we saw earlier on the tubes comes up to us and is like "hi its you again!". Were thinking **** hes ruining everything, hes trying to steal our chicks and all that, after about an hour of drinking with him he announces hes gay and wants to pay kier for sex, we get manage to get him to **** off then continue our night, the girls go back to there hotel and get dressed up all night, were thinking oh yes. They come back out all nice and we end up going clubbing. at about 3am we roll out and walk round london, through st james park and all that, out of nowere we find ourselves at Scotland Yard, being the rebels we are we get a picture and piss up the sign. We walk through trifalga square were we see two gangs shouting at each other, we sit and watch them shouting shitty insults like "pussywhole" "what" "comonden" for the next half hour when all of a sudden some 3ft midget with a vodka bottle puts his hood up runs in and hits a guy in the face with the bottle, the guy is clean knockout bloody going everywere and a giant gangfight errupts, we watch for bout 10 mins then the popo arrive so we decide to go. The girls shoot off back to there hotel and me and kier sleep on a park bench at st james.

We wake up at 5-6 and were walking around while i shout at kier because hes a goon and we were stuck. Our train ticket expired and we had NO money what so ever. We manage to jump the barrier at picadilly and get the train to marlibone, at marlibone the chiltern railways ticket manager (the biggest **** ive ever met) tells us that he doesn't care we missed our last train or that we have no money OR the fact we slept on the street and kicks us out of the station. Were stuck.

Eventually i get the great idea to sell some of the **** i brought at camden, i go up to the first guy i see and tell him we need the money to get home he starts being really dramatic hugging us and is like yeh man we all need to get home, so this well suited black man buys a belt off me for a tenner, takes a bazilion photo's. Tells us a story about how weve done him a favour and that hes not going to run away from his girlfriend now and that were going in his family life book or something, we manage to buy 2 childs tickets home. As we go through the gates mr big **** chiltern railways ticket manager pulls up and wants to see our tickets, we show him and he has a go that were not children and that were lieing that we had no money because obviously we did because we brought tickets, he calls the national travel police were we have to sit in the back room of a station for an hour while they take our details and story ect.

We finnally get on the train and i can honestly say i felt like a hostage being released from iraq or something.

Best night of my life tyvm.

All that for a 16 year old? not bad

Edit: Oh and after all that fucking tradgedy for a game of see who gets a number first, neither of us did.

London again