Madness in Warsaw

I've not gone to Portugal.. I'm still here at home. Bloody Paul came down from northern Poland and we had a legendary night to celebrate England's victory against Macedonia. We started the evening off by warming up in Biba bar, close to mine... the problem with Champion's (the place showing the football) is that the beer is disgracefully expensive @ 12zl! Happy Hour was rapidly running out, so we ordered 4 each and had to down them before the match.. this wasn't the easiest task but one which led to relative drunkenness and mayhem. Julien joined us and then met some Italian guy who was doing business here - Paul bloody starts throwing beer all over me, so I give him a helping push down the stairs and he goes flying.. quite an impressive fall, resulting only in this tiny little cut (because the gay was carrying a beer bottle.. it's good that he dropped it or we would have been arrested anyway)... the result is we weren't allowed in any of the bars in the central station and we were covered in blood from his small cut. A plaster and a bit of a clean and everything was good - we go off to the alcohol shop near my old house and buy a beer.. which we then play football with in the street.

We then went to Swingo on the way home and met these bizarre gay germans who wanted to talk about motorbikes and try to chat up Paul.. who actually had no where to sleep because we didn't know the nightbus to Toni's house.. they were hinting about their posh hotel... haha

Anyway, I gave Sylwia a ring and he stayed in our kitchen.. a noisy sleeper though, my god.