This report on Friday night's activities is rather late, for which I apologise, but not much. Whose blog is it?
Right. Having established my Alpha Male credentials, allow me to fill in some background. Katie and Becca have left their native team and are now working in Payroll, not forgetting Janice who came out to celebrate getting a permanent post -
- this information may have your brain glazing in addition to your eyes, however bear with me -
- and the venue chosen was "Bluu", which is in the Northern Quarter*and hence thinks it's de rigeur to have a pretentious name. For reasons of space, let me tell you.
The exterior. More grey than blue, but that's down to Manc weather |
Our tables. Minus us |
Now, a BOOJUM! blog post is not a BOOJUM! blog post without Coincidence crashing the party. Guess what this is:
No! Not just "A beer" |
Do you get it? "Bluu" Oyster Cult. Frightfully clever, eh? |
Vindicated! Validated! Venemous! |
As more and more folks arrived, we gradually took up more and more room, until one of the staff directed us to a seating area supposedly reserved for a party who hadn't turned up. Since this was in a big "U" shape, nobody wanted to sit down, as to get up you'd have to get everyone else to move. End result:
Everyone stood up. Far more inconvenient than sitting at tables |
Mrs Carter, Ian "Music Machine" Breen, Dan Carter (Firestarter!) and Sophie "Grappa" Zappa |
Okay, some people sat down. Anna and Manisha in foreground, Mark, someone and Janice at back |
Okay, as a venue Bluu was quite reasonable - bright, not too noisy and reassuringly expensive. This is why we had to go to "Terrace", as it is dark, incredibly noisy and also reassuringly expensive.
Lauren and Roxy, one being sweet, the other being foxy^ |
Anna: pointing and laughing |
Mike and Mark get photobombed by some drunken old - no, hang on a minute - |
Becca and Katie explaining how they can count up to six. I think. |
Janice, being nobly supported by Tom. |
The fun ended for Conrad at 9:30, which sounds like an early departure - well, it is, I suppose, but any later than that and I'd be writing an epic about getting home on First Bus at 4:35 a.m.
Well, there you have Conrad's Friday night, picture-heavy but also over 700 words long.^^
* Of Manchester. Just so we're clear.
** Go and Google these terms, it'd take too long to explain.
*** I nicked this from Be Bop Deluxe
^ I leave it to you to decide which is which.
^^ I put these details in for you to go "Aaaah!" at.
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