So you wake up. Somewhere strange, somewhere different. Wha do you think????? How did I get here!
With Al sleeping on the flor and the evidence of sport on the coffee table and a couple of darts things were no clearer - somehwere in Stockport.
Of course the dart board gave it away. So why didn't I go to bed properly?
Geroge and Darren also got up and some breakfast and tea was produced. After which we decided that going to the Natwhich beer festival was a goer still and we should leave right away!
So we left the house.
Walked past the Cav
turned left onto the main road
headed towards Alans house.
Thought Cavalier once more
Down Stockport highway
Where I could no longer keep up with my longer legged friends.
We walk past 'The Town Hall', well I think it is.
At the bottom of the road the station is signed posted and
before you know it we are here!
very exciting for me as its been since Brugge that I have been on a train.
With our tickets we waited with anticipation for the train. Luckily the platform shop had a bottle of Lucazade, which hopefully will help me through the day - or so it says on the side.
It didn't work.
I had to get a seat and left the others by the beer!
Next I had Qui Qui
Darren asked how I was feeling as I was not drinking very quickly. Bloody awful came to mind. What was I doing here???
Zoe turns up to see us all looking rought and she feels vibrant after a few extra hours in bed. Zoe ow many tickets have you bought????
Now thats ambitious.
Next on the agenda was Ein Stein.
Some serious studying of the menu was being done. We had to point out though that we drunk most of them alreay ;)
If you were on Twitter or facebook George was keeping everyone not in attendance upto date with what was being tried.
Fancy going out for some chips Darren?
The food inside was pour. (another beer joke).
The cider that was meant to be pear cider that isn't pear cider but perry also had a cider by the same name. I was miffed. I wanted the pear cider but seemed to have the apple version. I went and checked the barrel it came out of. It was the pear cider one. But what I was drinking was nasty and definetly apple cider. Someone must have the barrels wrong. I was so hopping for a refreshing drink but thisw became my longest drink of the day. I struggled on though and finished it. I followed that by Bosely Cloud.
We got passouts and then outside the Civic Hall is a chippie.
We were lucky. They served us and then closed. They had Steak and Kidney puddings on the go and to Al's dissapointment that they weren't selling the Manky brand, I had a chicken and mushroom Pukka Pie to my joy.
Well reshed with a full belly of food it was time to go back in.
We found many creative uses for the beer menus.
I had a Postlewaites to wash my chips down with.
While some forgien chap came over and said to Alan " I really like the size of your sausage".
Zoe considered what she was going to drink with all the tickets she still had.
I was slowly begining to feel better and my head was clearing although very sleepy.
The beer was begining to sell out as Zoe was drinking it all!
Theres so few choices left she exclaimed. If only shed got up and got here with us.
Then on stage there was a band. Was it Indigo High Rise? No. Was it Delitia? No. Was it Pris? No. Was it The Eves? No. It was Old Flame.
We drank up and left.
Down the road.
And to the station.
Want to go drinking in Stockport Nack? I'm looking forward to the train home and bed to be hoest.
Home sweet home at last.
I turn the light off and fall asleep.