Picture the scene. I'm sitting in a pub on Monday night with my friend Matt "the Hatt" when we are joined by two more friend, Dave and Sirey. They are planning a pub crawl (y'know, like bar hopping), and ask me if I'm in.
"Sure," I say. When and where?
"Tomorrow. In Plymouth"
Now, we live in Sheffield, and Plymouth is on the south coast. Plus we go via Harwich, to pick up Will whos gonna join us on the pub crawl, and Guilford (south of London), to have a cup of tea with Annie, another collective friend. So far, so good. So starting at 4PM, we get to Harwich by 7.30, Guilford by 9.30 and Plymouth by, oh, 3AM - All driving at 90, repeat 90 miles an hour!
You just cannot do that in the states.
The pub crawl is part of the "Rail Ale Challenge" and you get a leaflet which gets stamped at each pub, though you have to use the rural train line to get to each pub in the different villages. Now, I really don't think it was meant to be a pub crawl - more a real ale weekend of drinking in the sunshine... but being students, and the middle of January, we tried to do the whole lot in a day.
We managed 11 out of 16, but there were 7 villages and only 5 trains a day, so it's pretty much impossible.
Will's house, Harwich.
Annie's house, Guilford. Left to right - me, Indie, Sirey, Annie, Dave. Annie's mum was really worried about us and made us all soup. :/
Annie said the previous owner was a freakishly small woman who made a custom step ladder to fit in with the rest of the kitchen.
Will is very tall. We took lots of photos of him in tight situations.
First pub, the Cider Press. BTW, this is Plymouth. Y'know, where the Founding Fathers and stuff set sail for the new world in the 1600s, or something. So be grateful, bitches.
James Street Vaults. 'Nuff said.
The Penny Come Quick. But it's closed down! NOOOO!!!!!!
Dave, "Freestyle Walking" on the train station.
Will finally passes out in the Riverside Inn. In the last pub he was actually sick, but vomited pure beer directly into his pint glass. It was still fizzy and everything! Haha!!
The morning after, all hungover. Even the camera is drunk.
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