Wiggy's World

Have been pretty much a blur, as time has flown by so bloody quickly.  It’s safe to say my body is feeling a little older right now but my mind is still feeling very young   Work is becoming increasingly busy which is all good.  Suppose I’ll start this blog post around Johns birthday weekend.  It got very messy as expected, and I ended up being VERY VERY ill

It was certainly a long day, which started as early as 12:45pm when Pete came to pick me up so we could meet John in the gym ready to get the pump on ahead of a very crazy night in store.  Pete and John were commenting on how little a costume we actually had compared to the rest of the lads, and I could feel the anticipation to just get sorted and head out for the night. Got round to Scott’s not long after 3 and Will, John, Simon and Dawson were already there.  We checked out the costumes and my mouth literally dropped to the floor! “We’re going out in THAT” was pretty much all I could muster at that moment in time, as Dawson adjusted his costume a little.  Once Northy had arrived we all converged on the kitchen ahead of the Centurion drinking game.  It won’t sound a lot, but having taken part in it I can confirm that it’s very very difficult, and Scott never made it to the end without throwing up

Centurion, also known as Century Club, Century Challenge, One-Hunzy-Hunzy, Chicken of the North, Hundred’s Club, Power Hour and Century Clock in North America, is a drinking game. Although there are variations in the rules, a basic premise remains; drink one hundred shots of beer or cider in as many minutes. Depending on the size of the shot glass used, either 2.5 or 3 litres of low volume drink such as cider or beer is required.

The first 10/15 minutes or so fly by, but after then you can start to feel the gas building up in your stomach.  To make his Strongbow taste better, John got Dawson to drop some Strawberry nesquick powder into his large bottle, and gave it a good shake.  In the mean time, Dawson, Simon and Northy had reverted to using this strange tasting concoction that involved schnapps, rum and god knows what else.  It looked like muddy water, but when you sampled it you could taste the peach.  Once the game had finished I was feeling a little worse for wear, and given it was about half 7 we decided to take a slow walk into town, via our first pub, which was pretty much over the road from Scott’s.  As it was both John and Scott’s birthday someone (Woody I think) brought them a drink which I’d had before for Maddsys birthday party last year.

Me at Scott's House

Dawson, John, Simon and Will (Simon with Black Vest on)

Northy and Pete. Don't ask what Pete's doing to the dog tho

A cement mixer is a shot drink. It consists of:

• 1 part Bailey’s Irish Cream
• 1 part Lime juice (lemon juice may be substituted)

The drink is traditionally ingested by taking the shot of Bailey’s, holding it in the mouth, then sipping the lime juice and swirling the two around the mouth. The drink may also be combined as a layered shot, as the lime juice is less dense than most brands of “Irish Cream”. The acidic lime juice causes the cream-based Bailey’s to curdle. The curdled Bailey’s does not taste sour, but it does rapidly gain viscosity and stick to your teeth, reminiscent of cement.

Once again Scott ended up with his on the floor, and as he was in the toilet cleaning himself up we proceeded to head into town chanting “Where is Scott”.  This got a bit too much for some people working in one of them mini Sainsbury’s down the street, who came out to see what the hell was happening in their quiet part of town, to be met by around 15 centurions, banging their swords against their shields.  God only knows what they could have thought about that.  Even a few people driving their cars saw the funny side, as 15 lads drew their swords and started chanting “HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!” stopping them in their tracks.

On our way into town

On the Market Square in town

Having had a decent reception in the first pub we went into, we soon headed into Saints bar which meant a trudge through the middle of Mansfield.  By now frost bite seemed to have taken hold, as it was bloody freezing, and 5 of us had nothing more than a cape to keep us warm (well Simon did have his vest to help I suppose).  Isn’t it amazing that when you’re dressed up you seem to see so many more people on a night out that when you’re not Certainly seemed the case with me bumping into old friends from Rainworth along with Troy, Tibbzy and some of the Maxxd lot.  I seem to remember most of the night, until around half 10ish, when I know me and Pete wandered off into Liquid, but from there I know we went into the Late Lounge, but that’s you’re lot.  I know Caz had been out, having seen photos of John later that night, looking dead, but it took me about half an hour to negotiate the busy streets of Mansfield, when it was about -3 at some god forgiven hour (about 1ish I think) I then proceeded to climb over Claire’s car.  Once in the warmth, safe sanctuary of my house, I soon made my way into bed, and that was it.

In Wetherspoons

Waking up the next day, I was due to go play football, I placed one foot on the floor, and felt fine.  I looked across and was asked if I felt ok.  Not too bad I said until I’d swung my other foot onto the floor in which case I just fell back on the bed.  I was then VERY VERY ill for the rest of the day.  It’s safe to say that since that night I’ve not really done much, as I had a 48 hour hangover from Johns birthday.

I did go for a meal with some of my mates on the Friday before my 30th, and altho people dropped out like flies (from 10 to 6 in the space of an hour) I had a great time.  The food was great, and me and Maddsy polished off a bottle of Red Wine, before the car was dropped off, and we went to meet John, Day and Michelle in town. I’d not recognised Michelle till she started talking about my mum and work, and that’s when it clicked as to who it was Had a great night, apart from one little moment when Caz came across to see John and a certain someone followed and started bouncing around chatting to Day.  I made a quick exit only to get a text off John 5 minutes later saying they’d gone.  I didn’t feel any different in the morning (altho a little hungover maybe) but the following day after playing football I felt like shit.  My hamstrings were battering, and I found it difficult to even walk for abit.

My beloved Newcastle United are still topping the table despite a little slump in away form.  We’re still smashing the goals in at home and have the last remaining unbeaten home record.  Also something I never through I’d hear is the fact that we have the meanest defence in English football On Friday (before this weekends game) we conceded a goal on average every 131 minutes.  Must show the difference in quality from the Premier League when I’m sure we averaged a goal against every 31 minutes .

I think old age has finally caught up with me as it’s taking forever and a day to recover from any physical exertion