I'll carry on from leaving VanBons or VanVons or whatever it was called. Six of us left (Me, Matty, Crabby, Tony, Macca and JT) in search for a place not filled with people who sleep with their sisters.

Pretty much went straight back into the Venue club again. Witnessed really rough but quite fit blond bird arguing with her brother about who gets to go on top tonight while queuing to get in. Damn it.

A couple of beers in and all our stomach's decide they've had enough beer. Half of us decide to make our own cocktails with 3 different girly drinks at £19 a round. They were a weird looking green colour and had more sugar in them than a Tate and Lyle factory could produce in a day. Some really tall blond bird thought she'd try and dance with us at the table we were stood at. She stood up, held onto the table fell over taking a table full of about 20 drinks with her. We Laughed. She Left.

Wasn't as good in there as the Friday night but we had a laugh. Did a bit more dancing (to one of the best sort of club tunes ever. Yomanda - Synth and Strings). Then he played a really shit song, then a good one, then a really really shit one.....you get my drift.

Oh, we also saw a midget. I found this hilarious.

We left at who knows what time, sang American Pie with a tramp and a group of girls with pink wigs. Matty abused a Smack head by running up to her and shouting "Smack head, Smack Head! While slapping the shit out of his own fore head. Very funny. Found a sandwich shop open. Got some sausage rolls. Tony nearly got shit on again. Then walked back while ringing Smurf, Ben, Vicky, Browny, Gareth and anyone else's number we could manage to dial. No one answered.

Then we got a bit silly and did something Me and Matty dreamt up while queuing at the bar. This was the outcome.......