Right, I’ll get the earlier train and help stake our claim. Hopefully that means I’ll there before the hoards descend so I’ll be less likely to be overcome by an out-of-character bout of shyness and scamper off in terror. Remember, I’m a dopefest virgin - please be gentle with me!
Indeed.
The only question left is upstairs, or downstairs at the Chandos? if I remember reetly, its more food/family orientateded upstairs, but theres more chance of getting a spot.
you want to know where you’re headed Jenny? its a piece of piss from Charing cross.
I’d go for upstairs - the chairs are comfier, and they’ve got sofas.
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Yes please Paul, directions would be greatly appreciated. And when you say that “upstairs is more family orientated”, does mean there’ll be children? Because I can’t be doin with children when I’m drinking.
And you won’t get me out of bed that early on a fucking saturday! 
12:30 works well for me.
paul’s gruff northerness is pretty good at keeping people at a distance. Throw Tir into the bargain and somehow i don’t think we’ll have a problem.
Actually thinking about it, i’ll be pretty reduntant. Maybe i should brush up on my Crazy Pirateness to try and fit in:
Me: Miss Tir. Do you have the courage and fortitude to stand firm at this bar and hold this space in the face of danger from mobile phone wielding yuppies and crap vampire jokes from pissed-up wankers?
Tir: RAR! BOOBIES!
Paul: Its no good sir, you’ll get no sense out of her - you’ll 'ave to talk to her partner.
Me: Mr Twisty. Same question.
right, go to Charing Cross station, and come out the front. you’ll know its the front because theres a big area for taxis and a big pillar thing in front of you.
cross the road, walk straight up, past a big white church called st martins in the field–you’ll see it in front of you anyway-- until you have to make a left or right-- go left, you should see the Chandos in front of you, on the right hand sight of the street. the door nearest to you will take you upstairs, where we should be stood at the bar.
there were kids last time, but not so you’d notice then in any great measure.
e-mail me if you need a number to call, my addys on my profile.
How about sat in the vicinity of the bar? I think its a better idea, than standing up. And ooh!! Can we have curly fries as well?
you can’t sit in proximity to the upstairs bar - its a table free area.
Good point. Well, we can sit within staggering distance can’t we?
Arrr! We stick to the code!
What about, if its free, those sofas as soon as you walk through the upstairs door? that sufficed last time.
remember, those that fall behind get left behind.
PARLEY!
I demand beer in exchange for… um… something, possibly me falling over?
Er, how about you not scaring the newbies? Or, better plan, beer in exchange for getting ConfessorKnight albsolutely blotto again?
And no embarrasing boobie/knacker shots this time. Promise?
remember, I can’t do this all on my oneseys now, can I?
nothing embarrasing about my knackers shot. And where would we be if there isn’t something like that going on? eh?
stuck on an island in the middle of the ocean with nothing but a pistol for company, thats where!
Who said anything about you doing this on your own? I’ll be there. Just probably not at 12:30.
someone’s missing the Pirate reference here.
mmm, Raisin & Biscuit Yorkie!
Stop panicing about when you can get there. It don’t matter. All that matters is what a person can do and what a person can’t do. For instance, you can accept that you are a brummie and still a good person or you can’t. But Brum is now in your blood, girl, so you’ll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can keep going on at you about this for ages, but I can’t put up with the shin-injuries that go with that, savvy?
Being an idiot I’ve unfortunately agreed to work on the 13th - luckily it’s only in Holborn so I should be able to join you for 5.30. If you move by then Tir should have my mobile No.
Garius, can I wave a barstool around my head in the location of those yuppies?
That’d be me then.
I’ll just sit here quietly now shall I?