Tweet up… and at least 2 of us fell down
This weekend I learnt…
If you ask nicely you sometimes get. Slagging off awful flat letting companies works too.
There is no accounting for other peoples manners.
Paula makes a great bed sharer, that girl does not move an inch!
That bloggers are brilliant at portraying themselves through writing, not one of the girls was different to how I thought they would be. (Apart from me who, I was told comes across as much more confident on here than in real life. I’m working on that one!)
I have the ability to chew the inside of my mouth whilst asleep, a talent I hope I soon forget.
Out of a group of 6 men there will be 1 tosser and 1 good guy, the trick is to ignore the shiny loud ones and go for the one scowling at the back, he’ll be the single one (not advice for me I must add).
TV21 in the Northern Quarter is great, as is Trof, but i think i loved the Britons Protection the best
I can function with a hangover despite appearances (looking like death being one of them).
I quite like being a mother hen, but I can let go when I want to. I’m not the total control freak I used to be.
My dad is ace – arriving with a list of 6 pubs to visit on a Sunday afternoon = win.
Always book first class after a weekend of drinking. Quiet, comfy seat, lots of free stuff for £5.50? That’s a no brainer in my book.
Nearly everyone gets nervous about meeting new folk, it’s normal. Must remember that.
No one should call anyone fat. Even doctors. Asshats.
Watching other people get drunk is often more fun than getting drunk yourself.
Manchester is much smaller than I remembered but the buildings are twice as big.
That my dad thinks I shouldn’t go for the London job, he leans to the easy life side in everything he does.
Mathew Horne is really short in real life, but i so would.
You can cook oven chips on a George Forman (my dad’s trick)
The Old Wellington (the pub they moved brick by brick) does a mean Sunday Roast.
That I’m lucky to have met some amazing girls that I’m now PROUD to call my friends!
…and now for some pics…
I have learnt that it is easy to steal limes :(
ps: It’s Sinclairs that was moved brick by brick.
Haha!
Oops, never mind, they both look well out of place next to that wheel..
But the scowly one at the back was scaring me!!!
I had a go at him for you ;)
:) I so wish I could remember what I was chatting on about!! I bet I was a right crazy.
Haha, I forgot about the limes!
As for me not moving an inch in bed, it was probably due to the fact I was virtually comatose…
I miss you girls already! :(
Me too! I wish you were all closer
Why don’t you move up here? You can move somewhere halfway between me and Smidge and we can share you!!! :)
You know, if I didn’t have my new job…I would really be tempted!! Another friend of mine is in Dunoon….ohhhh I want to now!!
Aww a love in! Yes I’d love you u here too, let’s start planning the next one before we get too depressed!
Haha, I’ve just read yours and Paula’s tweet up posts together. Great!
I learnt that if you pass out in bed you get a whole one to yourself (or was I snoring and sleeping with one eye open again?)…did I undress myself? I’m quite impressed I woke up with my pj’s on
Or perhaps it was because we were worried you might puke on us, lol!
Haha! You were very worse for wear… plus Paula had the king size bed :D
oh no, I’m so embrassed. I was a right state. I was a little over excited I think :)
Oh don’t be, i was annoyed with myself as i couldnt get drunk and felt like i was being the mum!
That does sound like a great time- wish I could have been there (well, since I’m in the U.S. and am a boy, I suppose that wasn’t feasible).
I need to do one of these blogger meetups sometime.