There are lots of people you meet when travelling. Some flit in and out quickly and you don't even know their name, others hang about for a few more days and they're pretty cool, others hang about for a couple of weeks and you add them on Facebook, then there are the ones you spend a lot of time with and become good friends with them hopefully beyond your travels, and then you have the ones who you just can't seem to get rid of and keep coming back like a bad smell (or hangover), Stanley Morgan falls into this catagory!!
A couple of days ago me and Liam decided to get drunk and therefore, logically, purchased some alcohol. Something, I cannot justify or define what, made me pick up a bottle of Stanley. It didn't get drunk that night due to lack of anyone vaguely interesting so we saved it and it got cracked open last night. I was happy I found a scouser in town so I decided to show Liam what a drunken Scouse bird looks like.
Due to the ridiculous corkage charge the hostel I live in imposes we had to be chavvy kids and mix the rum in bottles of Pepsi when the boss wasn't looking! Liam started whilst working and I was in my usual corner on the sofas, it was decided being drunk in a hammock wasn't the best idea so Liam joined me, Jonny the Scouser, Radka and two Germans (wish I could remember their names!) on the sofas. I tried to introduce everyone to Over the Hill, a one man drinking game that is best played in the company, mainly to stop one feeling like a sad alkie, but no one was up for me making them drink copious amounts.
Things got moved into the bar when we started making a bit too much noise and I assume there was some sort of interesting conversation, but alas Stanley has stolen this memory from me... We went to bed about midnight ish and when I went to the toilet the four people we were drinking with were all brushing their teeth, Liam joined in whilst I wet myself giggling at this and then five more people came in to do theirs! We counted at least five, maybe six nationalities all doing their teeth at the same time, until the boss decided we were making too much noise and came and shouted at us to shut up.
There wasn't any crazy madness but it was a fun night, this morning was rather horrific rolling into work 8am...
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