We began our time in Gloucester lazing at my home being tortured by my mum's choice of shows on TV and playing Mario Kart which went along with my notion that Gloucester isn't so bad unless you leave the house. An exaggerated view but very often true.
We left the house yesterday though to give Kane a proper taste of the cultural wonder that is Gloucester on a Saturday night.
The night began in Gloucester's own Wetherspoons 'REGAL' which is the first stop on anybody who is anybody's night out, also a popular water hole for pikeys who often park their horse and carriage outside. I didn't see any there last night but we certainly saw enough people who looked as though they would be at home in a caravan. Kane, our cousin Luke and myself decided buying 2 pints would be a good idea as the queue was so big and being sober on a Saturday night in Gloucester isn't advisable.
REGAL used to be a cinema back in the olden days
but it now stands as a 'cheap-drinks-before-Liquid' establishment (Liquid being the final destination of our Gloucester adventure).
For film and cinema lovers like myself this is a sad transformation but remnants of it's cinema days still remain which I have to admit is very cool as drinking your cheap pint of Carling Black Label whilst sitting near two giant Oscars, and peering above at a giant looming Gorilla King Kong scene amongst an array of Biplanes hung from the ceiling, is a nice backdrop scene to discussions with your mates about football and local Gloucester gash.
http://www.cinematopia.co.uk/gloucester/index.html
http://www.livinggloucester.co.uk/histories/cultural_life/cinemas/picture_palaces/cannon/
The second destination of our adventure was Butlers on the happening Eastgate Street.
Butler's is not so bad. I personally like the back chill out area past the dancefloor with mainstream Rap and R&B tripe playing which unfortunately is not very escapable in the Gloucester night-scene.
And then on to our final destination: Liquid
A humble £7.50 entry price (almost a weekly wage for some in Gloucester) and a strict dress-code as apparently it is a respectable establishment for ladies and gentlemen? Far from it. They sell stella for fuck sake. Kane and myself were wearing our hoodies and repeatedly told to remove them by bouncers, yet faggots with tribal tattoos and sluts exposing too much leg-cheese weren't told to cover themselves up. Weird world. Despite this faggotry drinks were such a reasonable price after paying a mountain of an entry fee, as a round of 3 pints came to only 11 pounds something. Bargain.
During our Liquid experience our cousin Luke kept on egging Kane to pull himself a female but with Kane returning to SCUMERICA soon where human rights are only obtained with money (Healthcare), I suspect he may have been being cautious of his own health, as potentially getting chlamydia or gonorrhea before he goes there may damage his wallet a bit. Although I hear the darkie in charge over there is starting to sort things out.
Prior to leaving your Saturday appointment at Eastgate Street there is a multitude of fancy cuisine on offer ranging from tasty Doner Kebabs served with delicious fresh salad, to Chicken Burgers that would put Mc Donalds to shame. All Halal meat of course, remaining true to the local Pakistani Muslim population of Barton Street. We chose the chicken. Kane ordered popcorn chicken, I ordered two chicken burgers.
Whilst nourishing ourselves on the way home (along a taxi route which last time cost us over 5 pounds, far from the bargain value Leeds cabbies offer) 2 sluts decided to accompany us in our walk home and one of them asked for my hoodie to wear as she was cold. When damsel in distress opportunities like that arise I usually jump to play the role of the White Knight, although on this occasion the manner of how she requested it, and the fear of having one of my favourite garments of clothing stolen by who I perceived as someone wanting to keep it, deterred me from filling that role. Instead I told her to borrow her fat mate's cardigan.
Kane felt sorry for himself this morning with a hangover. I fortunately do not get them. Booya.
