Our final
night in Bordeaux was deemed a night out following a relaxing day. A
delightful steak meal was undertaken before the evenings festivities,
which once again took place at the Aussie bar. With the venue being so
quiet due to it being a Wednesday night, we had free run of the premesis,
which resulted in the exploration of many out of bounds areas.
Disregarding the fact we had a flight home the following day, Jones and
Lloyd became absolutely plastered, and the evening ended with the best
sickness situation thus far, as Lloyd was forced into stopping the taxi
home as he threw up all over his shirt to complete a sickness session
for everyone and yet another wonderful holiday with the Collin family,
as we safely returned to London Luton airport the following day
McCarthy
takes the opportunity of a rare chance outside a bar to take a
screwdriver to the door
Even
more unusual was the hammer and chisel casually discarded in the
doorway
Collin
tucks into a pint
Jones
looking quite flustered
Lloyd
looking quite angry
McCarthy
denotes his dissatisfaction with Fosters
This
green slush puppy was not lemon and lime as first believed, but
actually mint. Needless to say, it was fucking grim
Three
of the most spastic faces you are likely to ever see
McCarthy
is unhappy with his mint slush puppy
Jones
appears to resemble some form of ironing board from this angle
The
barstaff attempt to banish Jones after he wandered behind the
bar
McCarthy
dismantles this till printer cable
The
kitchen area is soon infiltrated, where a small bowl is found
Jones
gets his wish realised as he does infiltrate the bar area
Joy
turns to confussion for Lloyd, as he gets out of the taxi in
order to vomit
Thankfully,
the non-English speaking taxi driver was ok with the situation
that had arisen
Lloyd's
messy shirt denotes what a world of trouble he was in
Lettuce
coming out of a nose was an excellent way to round off an
excellent vacation