It was a fine evening in little old Hull, as the HUGS guys rolled into town, well onto Cottingham road, since we are too afraid to venture far.

We arrived at Gardeners in time for the end of England defeating the Germans, in Germany, with ease, without a cock up to gift us a goal. After a couple of rounds, we put some cash into the game machine, and promptly lost our money, despite winning on about 3 occasions. At this point, Jon, Paul and Chris left, leaving myself, Pip, Keith, Tom Race, Adam, and Sam to head to Asylum.

In the absence of 3 execs, Keith was in charge, and quickly passed the buck to me, being the bad influence. After some encouragement we all enjoyed a strawpedo, before heading into the Jonny Mac, where we captured Will 'The Hustle' Russle, and somehow ended up with a table. It was here that we built the by now legendary HUGS tower, a tower of empty pint glasses standing a mighty 15 glasses high. We would have strived for greater heights (the nearby people were equally impressed), until the rather scary looking bar lady stole it.




After establishing that none of us could light matches on our stubble, but the table and wall were another story, I entertained the rest of the HUGS guys with my match tricks, including a brilliant moment from Adam who persisted in trying to solve a problem, even after being informed it was fixed and he couldn't win. At this point we headed down to the dance floor, and proceded to load up the Wall with innuendos and general messages along the lines of:

Hull Go Karting, the best 30 seconds of your week
Go Karting, sometimes it's good to finish quick
I think Adam likes Pip
Keith the teeth

After a bit of dancing, we looked to the wall to discover the message, "I think a bit of Pendulum is in order", to which Pip replied, "I second Pendulum", and I replied, "Pendulum is thirded". The DJ took note, and we had about 10 minutes of pendulum, which was awesome. As the night wore on, people dropped out, and we bidded fond farewells to Tom, Sam and Will. Having been informed Keith had escorted Mr Hibberd to a taxi, we were down to 3. As we left, Keith left me and Pip to bid farewell to a girl . We watched him walk over, and then vanish. Confused as to where our hairy breatheren had disappeared to, we headed outside, and located him, halfway along the path to asylum. Again we were confused as to how we missed this, but even more confused when he was mounted suddenly by Adam, who, it turns out, hadn't left. However, by this point, Adam was severley hammered, and we had to support him to the taxi rank. It should be said that we were also drunk and tired, and when Adam started to slip, we didn't keep him up very well and he ended up on the floor. At this point, the logical thing to do, was bury him with leaves. We were about halfway through covering him, when a nice security fellow came and questioned us.
"What are you doing?"
"We're helping him up"
"No you're not, I just saw you burying him!"
"Ahh yeah. Can we at least take a picture first?"
"Sure, but don't leave him here or I'll have loads of paper work to do"



We eventually got him up and into the queue, where we now had to support a nigh-unconscious Adam, while trying to get him into a cab. We weren't having much luck, which was epitomised by a cab driver pulling up and shaking his head on sight. However, through some magical event (none of us are sure how we managed it), we managed to get the cabbie to agree to take him home, as he was persuaded to "Have a gamble" which was nice.

This left just Keith, Pip and Me. Who set off in search of more alcohol and food, and ended up at the Esso station.
"Can we have a big bottle of cider please"
"Anything else?"
"Have you got any paper cups?"



We thought that was well played, but the cashier schooled us. He told us he was going to pass the cider through the window above us, so we all looked up. He was lying, and simply used a wider tray than we expected. We then proceded to Beverly road, where we sat on a bench, drinking like Chavs and having a manly giggle (like a feminine giggle, but with more flexing). After that, we got some pasta from the 24 hour Sainsburys, which we ate at Keith's. I fell asleep but was reliably informed that the other two had stayed awake all night with Keith's housemate, which is pretty hardcore.

The social finally ended as I was awoken by Keith because we both had 9:15's. Which we both made, comfortably. My favourite quote of the social, Keith to either Pip or his housemate, "I like that, he woke up with the same demeanour he had last night" That's right folks, Tom's a morning person!!!

i cant believe that you buried me in leafs
anyway thanks tom for me being able to know wht i did do at asylum that night, coz i cant remember a single thing about it.
the worst part tho was that i went shopping for food then came home, and i dunno where the shop was, and the food was really nice, and really cheap as well, now ill hae to get drunk with a camera to find it again

Good effort, Tom. It was indeed a brilliant all-nighter. Just for reference, we walked from Asylum (after our difficulties with posting Adam back to The Lawns) to the Esso garage at the far end of Lambert Street (Bev Rd), and then to NEWLAND AVENUE, where we drank the cider on a bench. Then we went to the 24hr Sainsbury's on Princes Avenue, and then back to mine (mine being off Newland, about halfway down). So, plenty of walking, then! And yes, Tom woke up and was every bit as chirpy as he had been before dozing off.

For the record, I was saying goodnight to a friend, and making sure that she didn't need someone to walk her home. That's commendable. Stop making winking faces.

[quote}It was a fine evening in little old Hull, as the HUGS guys rolled into town, well onto Cottingham road, since we are too afraid to venture far.[/quote]
Thats a good point, why dont we venture further then Cottingham road. Are we all scared of the pubs elsewhere????????
i mean one time we could go down bev road then to asylum, u know get over our phobia

For the record, I was saying goodnight to a friend , and making sure that she didn't need someone to walk her home .

That's called reading between the lines folks.

Well Keith, it just happens that Nick has managed to tar all you execs with the same brush

Thats a good point, why dont we venture further then Cottingham road. Are we all scared of the pubs elsewhere????????


Perhaps it was mostly because we only finally had all the clubbers arrive at Gardeners at about 11. Me and Keith went in search of food, which was nice. Awesome night out by any standards - anyone who left early should have realised that we would still have been up by the time the morning buses started haha, but even so it was the best night I ever had at Asylum

Petrol Station man totally schooled us to the max. Well played!