The imperial death march is playing loudly, it can only mean one of two things! I’ve fell asleep watching Star Wars, or my alarm clock is going off & it’s time to get up for PEAFEST FRIDAY! - AND SHABBA, IT WAS PEAFEST FRIDAY!
Months of anticipation, days spent on the pod and in games lobbies with all the talk of how mint PEAFEST will be, who’ll be the first to throw up & of course which douchebag will say something stupid first!
The time had finally arrived to meet up, and drink Birmingham dry!
I hit snooze on my alarm, I felt like a kid again, my stomach turning, a smile on my face as I lay there on wee stained sheets my bed. I was too excited, I even beat the snooze alarm going off again, I was up & I was packing for Peafest. With all my stuff packed and 2 hours left before Rocket picked me up, I turned on the xbox for a long personal good bye, and a couple of stabby stabbies on some yanky douchebags!
The drive down to Birmingham was ace, with both of us armed with water we made a Mancunian pact that the water would be the only health thing we had this weekend. (*Disclaimer* - no pact was actually made, but I just like the image of me & rocket doing some kinda funky gang handshake in the focus on the motoway!
Rocket, as usual, was on top form on the drive down, jokes and stories a plenty. Every 5 minutes a text message was received providing updates on other PEA journeys. A Bob Dag’s special of “THE EAGLE IS IN THE AIR, I REPEAT THE EAGLE IS IN THE AIR” which surprised me as I didn’t know Dag’s was flying down, Rocket kindly pointed out “He’s not, the Fuckwit’s on the train”
A picture message from Tramp Champ confirms his arrival at the airport, a bottle of Coors Light. Ruairi’s flight was delaying as the terrorist passed through security, of course that was purely coincidental!
So we finally arrive and the worlds biggest building, which turns out to be Rockets hotel! I turn and say to Rocket “This looks alright, oh fuck me, look at those two douchebags walking towards us!”….DELLY AND GREMMO we’re in wait, both armed with PEAFEST 2008 Banners! Introductions done, handshakes made, the talk was soon to my Hotel, though I use the term Hotel very very lightly. Unable to check in I dropped my gear off in Rocket’s room & the 4 amigo’s headed off to meet Phil, Champ, Ruairi & Bob Dags.
So we meet up with Champ & Ruairi & set off to the Newt & Cucumber bar, which is renowned for it’s customer service. We meet up with Phil & a few people are confused to who he is, nobody actually bothered to point out he was Guy’s brother for a good few hours lol. Delly being the legend he is got the first round in, 3 fosters, 3 Carling & Stella. Looks of confusion all round as Delly asked the Barmaid “Which one’s the fosters?” A brilliant reply of “The one’s with Fosters on the glasses” brought the first cheer from the gang & a nice shade of red to Delly’s ass cheeks.
The first 45 minutes or so, conversation was pretty dire I think we must admit, everyone’s a little nervous and I think the best topic was Ruairi’s Irish paper which was pish! A couple of pint’s in and it’s as if everyone’s donned virtual headsets, the piss taking commenced all around, great laughs, no bigger than when I did, or didn’t order food for Rocket. I still stand by actions and I can honestly say I think definitely did order the burger and chips, though the roughneck barmaid, who insisted on calling be bap, and no doubt wanted to castrate me, was adamant I didn’t order it from her, otherwise she would have put it through. Anyhow after another 10 minutes passed and Rocket had no food, Ruairi stepped up and ordered it, well done big man!
Name : BOB Dags
Age : 34
Fav sports team : Newcastle United
Fav player : Michael Owen (although ever would be a tough call between Alan Shearer and Peter Beardsley)
Fav Pizza : Full House from Dominoes
Fav Film : Gladiator
Fav word : Integrity
Saying that most sums you up or the way u live life : Treat people how you would expect to be treated by them, with respect
Current tunes : Coldplay
Fav game of all time : GRAW2