Dingle Speaks

So Swiss James has already gone on about Friday night at Bananas at the Shelter. I didn’t enjoy myself as much as previous times, it’s getting far too popular these days and you just couldn’t move in the place (full of disappointed Frenchies!)

The evening started well with dinner at a Xinjiang restaurant. We were fortunate enough to have an excellent view of the man a couple of tables away who threw up on the floor continuously for the entire duration of our dinner while his companion chain-smoked and looked pensive.

As per usual when myself, James, Woai, “John” et al are out I got pretty hammered and don’t remember leaving the club or getting home. I woke up late on Saturday with a headache and straight away H says “so you got very drunk last night then”, “errr yes, how do you know?”, then she picked up my jeans and said “can you explain how THIS happened??”:

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We had a corking weekend, one of the best since I did my research for the Weekend Hangover Science Diet

We started at a friends apartment on Friday evening for a Thansgiving dinner along with Woai, Swiss James and about a dozen other people. Actually we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in the UK but it was a good do anyway and I started well on a sensible mix of red wine, beer and some weird cocktail Swiss James knocked up from Shoju. Anyway, we left the party at midnight (already half cut) and made our way to The Shelter for Bananas.

Bananas, if you don’t know, is pretty much one of the best nights in Shanghai, it’s a Mash-up and you can expect to hear pretty much anything and everything through the course of the night, from Livin on a Prayer to White Lines to Beat it, all mixed up and mashed together like a school disco doggy bag. Much carnage ensued!

Genuine Banana’s Tattoo (applied with El-Nomo’s personal sponge!)

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