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Big Sean turned up at my place on Friday night with two fello South Africans (Winston & Felicia) he'd met on the train
up from London.
They had no accomodation planned but had a spare ticket for the game, so naturally I obliged with somewhere to kip in return
for a ticket.
We had a wild weekend and on the saturday evening after the game were joined by my old school mate Adrian Cockburn who
I hadn't seen for about 18 years.
From friday night to sunday night we basically just drank beer and ate pizza and had a wicked weekend!
Early hours of saturday morning after a long session in Ryries bar at haymarket. We'd only arranged to meet
at the pub, but ended up staying the whole night and this pic below is the result. Sean mopping up his mess! He's lost
control of his bodily functions and flooded my kitchen floor!
These soft southerners who canny handle their booze!
Myself, Friday and Sean's train buddy Felicia outside my place waiting for a cab on our way to the game at
Murrayfield.
Myself, Friday and Sean's other train buddy Winston. Still waiting for the cab!
Half time at Murrafield and a HUGE sultire has appeared on the pitch! Think it was for the stunt helicopter to land on,
but there were high winds and it just flew by.
Post match and we've met up with my old school mate Adrian for vast quantities of beer in McCowans bar.
Still in McCowans, Big Sean, Adrian and Myself.
Left McCowans, raided Somerfield for beer etc, dumped it in the flat. Below is a few hours later in my old haunt The
Standing Order.
Close up of above pic.
Left is Sean-Winston-Myself-Felicia & Adrian on the right.
Both Sean & Myself looking pretty shit-faced!
Felicia, Adrian, and a very shit-faced Sean. Pic taken by a very shit-faced Winston who's chopped Ade's head!
Sean, Winston and Myself staring into my pint for some reason!
Sunday afternoon, hungover to hell in my flat. The only one with energy left is Friday who's trying to drag Adrian off
the couch.
And in case you're wondering what i'm doing, i'm reading a text message with my magnifier but obviously having much more
trouble than normal trying to focus.
Sean, Adrian and Myself outside haymarket station at 3pm on sunday afternoon saying goodbye to Sean and his new found
South African friends.
Same pic as above, but taken a wee bit further away which makes me look less HUMUNGOUS in that soon to be binned red
sweatshirt!
Big Sean, Myself, Adrian, Winston, Felicia and Friday saying cheerio outside the train station.
Myself and Ade were trying to talk them into going to the pub, but they weren't having it. Soft southern nancies!
Friday must've heard me say PUB, as she's looking in that direction.
Close up of the above pic.
Final farewell to the crazy South Africans on their way back to London.
Despite my failed powers of persuation to entise everyone to the pub, they all jumped on a train to Edinburgh Waverley
and I managed to talk Adrian into another beer or two.
Turns out, they missed the London train and could've joined us for a farewell beer after all!
Ade and I got merrily more intoxicated in Ryries for the following 5 hours.
Upon leaving, Ade caught the wrong train and wound up in a suburban retail park and I went home to my bed to recover
from a wild weekend and way too much beer etc!
Winston apparantly continued boozing on the train, but poor hungover Sean and Felicia couldn't face it!
It took everyone about a week to recover.
I spoke to Sean the next day after he'd finished work where he had to abandon a patient and run to the bog to spew up.
He reckoned it wasn't the vast amount of booze he'd consumed over the weekend, but that he'd been traumatized at the thought
of the ingredients of the Haggis he'd eaten after Adrian and I kindly told him exactly what was in it!
Brilliant weekend!
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