Borderline

To 'celebrate' the fact that you won't be able to smoke bloody anywhere in the UK anymore, we went for a final booze up down at the Borderline. It went much as expected although turn ups for the books were Sam (I thought he was dealing dope in Colombia), Chris and Ben booking out early (pussies). A top night (they don't seem to change the playlist at all) although I did have to have a little hide where I had a word with myself to keep going (as opposed to slinking off like a cat). A cab back to Ealing is alot cheaper than a cab back to Maidenhead.