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Friday 24th September 2004
    
So this evening is split into several chunks. Basically, this was Rav's leaving do. It began at about 5pm and lasted until they chucked us out of the Cockpit, whenever that was. Our first destination was, not surprisingly, Bar Home. There aren't any pictures of our time there. Then, erm . . . we had a meal booked at Est Est Est (pictures to the left) for 7pm.
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Then, at about quarter to nine, we made our to the Angel, I believe. On the way, we found a actual ring-pull. You know? Like the kind you used to get on drinks cans, that actually separated from the main body of the can? Amazing . . .
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And then, erm . . . yeah. . . I seem to have a lot of pictures from the Angel. Those are them to the left (erm . . . and below, to the right . . . the ones below are from 21:30 onwards, naturally). We got there at about nine o'clock, and were there for . . . oh, I don't know . . . probably until eleven-ish, but I can't remember, damn it. That person in the first picture, yeah?, that's another Paul. Paul C I usually refer to    
him as, so as to prevent confusion with the other Paul (Paul M), who's pictured in, amongst others, the very first picture from this evening. Lisa (second picture taken) is Paul C's manager/boss/whatever. Interesting fact about Paul C: is from Forton and went to the same secondary school as me, Lancaster Royal Grammar School. Wow . . . Anyway, another person never before featured here is Sarah, one of M****'s work colleagues. She's in the second to last picture in this little block.
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Yeah, so . . . we left the Angel and tried to find somewhere where we could get us some drinks and actually be able to hear each other speak. In the end, this place ended up being Cuban Heels. I liked it there. Pictures are starting to get a bit blurry at this point. Well, you know, what am I supposed to do? There's no way of changing the size of the aperture on this camera. Not my fault.
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We left Cuban Heels some time between 11 and 12 that night. Lisa suggested the Cockpit for the next venue, but there was a massive queue outside, so we went to nearby Lux, vaguely hoping that the queue might die down. I deleted most of the pictures I had from this place. The ones remaining I would have deleted too but, erm . . . well, gotta save something. NEXT.
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