THE TRADERS-HEROES,VIALLAINS AND GHOULES

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Fighting is for failures!

Amazing time last night, cheers to anyone that backed me up in the fight and especially Danny, Wilko and Ball. However Alex Wutar desrves a very big thank you from me. I think without his expert claming techniques I would probably have been arrested. Makes you realise actually how many people you can consider a friend when you get involved in a fight. It's wierd. I hate fighting but when one of your best friends girlfriends gets started on you know you've got to do someting about it. Maybe violence is not the answer but this is another downfall of alcohol. It all turned out to be an incredible night anyway. Some people make me laugh so much and some people piss me off! I love Wycombe and I love the Antelope.

Peace and fucking.........BELIEVE!

xTx

the boy murray

This picture had to be posted here! It sums him up I think.

Story: We were in Brighton to see The Strokes and had been drinking ALL DAY. We started in the Pav Tav which is an amazing pub in Brighton which could be described as quite similar to the Antelope i suppose. Carried on drinking in the hotel bar, then at the gig we went a bit mental. He fell over about twenty times during their set! We left the gig and were strolling along the beach when some bright spark came up with the idea of stripping and going in the sea! It happened! I left him on the beach and scattered all of his clothes around and went to meet Smyly. He finally caught up with us about five minutes later with his clothes inside out and totally dripping wet! Decided to take out his wet anger on me by whipping me in the face with a poster and then got denied from numerous bars and clubs for being too drunk. We went back to the hotel to carry on drinking, he could only manage one before he retired. He went to bed and left me without a key. I rang him up and he couldn't talk. Finally got him to bed then I decided it would be funny to keep, him awake al night so he had a hangover in the morning. He was having none of it so he decided to throw the TV on the floor to shut me up-didn't work! Kept him awake with my ramblings for another half an hour then he decided to ring as many rooms in the hotel as possible to piss people off. Then his worst idea of all which was to throw a mug on the toilets tiled floor which made the most amazingly loud shattering sound! This shut me up, it takes a lot to shut me up doesn't it. Anyway, moral of this story don't go naked in the sea on Brighton beach because it will make you angry!