The plan was to meet up with Jenny, Donna, Craig and Matt for some pints of the black stuff, but spending the night in a packed out bar surrounded by hammered Irish men really isn't my idea of fun, but luckily Craig had suggested a jaunt to Commercial Road, (the gay street), which, seeing as I still hadn't explored seemed like a much better idea. So, come 11 o'clock, we jumped on a tram and headed off. Craig's a lovely guy, but he never shuts up! Any possible conversation will see him waffle on for hours, dropping in references to back home in New York, travelling in Japan, his schollarships in Yale and Cambridge ... la,la,la...yarda,yarda,yarda....and so after an hour of this I'd had enough and could see the night draining down the plug hole unless
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