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Saturday 11th December 2004
 So this was M****'s birthday weekend, her birthday falling on the following Wednesday, you see. A meal was booked for 20:00 at this Tin Tin place. Or Tin Tin's. I just don't know.
 There were a few of us . . . eight or nine. Let me think . . . M****, me, Anna, Mouse, Simon, Simon, Simon, Liz, Anthony and . . . no, that's nine. That must be it. They had these freaky gel candles there, one of which (a green one) is visible in front of the waitress in that picture to the right there.
|  So that's Anna, Simon and another Simon (M****'s brother). M****'s brother has featured somewhere before in my web-log. In fact, what am I on about? All of these people have. Well, whatever.  I don't know who those other people are in the picture. They were on another table and had nothing really to do with us. In the right, M**** and Simon pose behind the other gel candle on the table. As you can see, the wick was at a, er . . . difficult angle, shall we say. Took me ages to light that one.
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So, yeah . . . Simon (not M****'s sister, not Mouse's boyfriend) was going a bit crazy with the camera at this point. That's one he took where M**** was kind of waving him away. I think he took the previous one with M**** and Simon, but obviously not the last one . . . unless he had it on 10 second delay, which is perfectly possible, but then Simon wouldn't really have taken the picture . . . would he? Would he?
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and then various people . . . left to right, if you're interesting . . . Anthony and Liz, Mouse and Simon, Anna and Simon. Seems like we were at Tin-Tin's for just over two hours. Crazy. Food was okay, though. Me and M**** had a quarter of a duck for starters. Mmmmmmm, duck. Duck, pancakes, cucumber, spring onion and plum sauce . . . lots of plum sauce. Yum yum yum.
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Erm . . . and then we went to this pub, a fairly new one. We're on Eastgate, yeah, so we just went up the road, towards the Headrow, and there at the corner, opposite Greggs, and where (I think) Fish (hideously overpriced fish restaurant) used to be, next door to when used to be Bar 39 (38? 37? god knows . . . ) used to be, but is now Baby Cream, which sounds a bit creapy to me, like baby oil . . . how many babies does it take to make a bottle of baby oil? Anyway, it was good. They had loads of freaky German and Belgium beers there, I seem to recall. They had this last orders thing at 23:00 (or more like 22:55) which meant we were thrown out at 23:20 (well, actually 23:15, but everyone had gone by 23:15).
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. . . so then we went on to someone else, walking via the Light. Simon needed the toilet, and was running around (doesn't like he's running here though), up and down the escalators, trying to find somewhere. I thought he looked kind of funny, and I once saw a guy getting hassled by the security guards for walking through the Light even carrying a camera, so I was wondering what would happen if I took a few pictures of their precious complex. But nothing happened.
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so then we went to the Lounge. £2.90 for a pint of their cheapest lager, something like Carlsberg or Carling. Disgraceful. The Lounge, you are named and shamed. No doubt due to these prices, we stayed just for one drink and then headed for the, er . . . Bar Santiago, or whatever it's called today. I'm not sure what the thing on Simon's head is. Some kind of Christmas decoration? That's me in the background in the middle picture and the right-most one, so I'm not sure who took them. Ah well. I know I took the one on the left.
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