On Tuesday we went in search of ale Nirvana, alas, we didn’t quite make it. However, we did reach a state of enlightenment that caused partial memory loss, some of it instant, of which later.

The evening started out in Bar Sergio Georgini for a sit down chit chat catch-up with The Snoop and his visiting mate. Id decided it was a night for photo fun. Hair-wearing photo fun. So I’d brought my camera. The aim was to get 50 photos of us wearing some girls hair. The Snoop wanted 150. Ambitious.

We popped into Bulldog’s, as I’d never been there, a quick stop in Stormy’s to say hello to some mates, then Fly, then back to Hardy’s for some karaoke. We didn’t manage to get up to sing, the queue was 50 mins long, so instead we started our hair wearing quest.

After that we headed to The Acre (&copy AS), to DTD. We’d been doing pints and sambucas, then vodkas and sambucas. Things were a little wonky. The Snoop’s mate wore some boobs instead of hair. Good good. I dropped my camera, ’twas OK though. I then remember taking a photo of some Doris and then losing my camera. We all looked for it for a while, but then I lost The Snoop. And his mate. I spoke with the owner (or someone anyway) and they said they’d look for my camera. It’s long gone mate.

I spotted the mate, chatting up some, er, minger, so headed to The Dock to see if I could find The Snoop. Nope. I’d lost my mates and my camera and I’d run out of cash, so I fooked off home to talk to some Doris in the Philippines for an hour on the phone. Riiiiiiight.

That elderberry liqueur kicked our heads in. In the morning, I awoke and was instantly depressed about my camera. Then I got this message from The Snoop:

“What happened after Hardy’s? Oh, and somehow I’ve got your camera.”

Brilliant. The Snoop says he’s not sure who had the camera, but the photos suggest he had it and he was in The Venue. Anyway, I’ll post them when I get home.

For the hair wearing, usually just asking worked, but one bird (huge Canadian Doris with strange shaved bald patches in her barnet) wanted to know why. I told her I was a psychology PhD student studying the social and psychological responses to someone asking a stranger if they could touch their hair, or some such uncommon request, tonight it was hair. Unfortunately, she happened to be a psychology PhD. Is that the time? Must dash.

So with the camera, The Snoop must have picked it up and then we all forgot he’d done it and spent ages looking for it! Ah, the power of the elderberry.

Currently drowning out Nibbles with The Juliana Theory.