Messiness at the church

My fab friend Hollie came over on holiday from NZ whilst we were travelling but luckily we got back from our travels in time to spend a few days with her before she left again.

We caught up on Saturday 19th April, and it was soooo fantastic to see her! We had a pub lunch and hit the shops (two of our fave things, eating & shopping!) and ended up at Primark (a very cheap clothes store). Whilst we were there we were laughing at some of the hideous stuff for sale and had a brainwave to buy some awful 80’s gear to wear the next day to the church. Hollie was to meet up with people from her travels and I recruited a couple more keen beans – including another besty, Pam, who I had not seen for at least 18months.

We had a decent breakfast washed down with a few vodkas (!!) and then made our way out. The church is a pub open only on Sundays from 12-4pm. A lot of people dress up crazy and are usually rotten drunk on arrival, still partying from the night before. It’s mostly frequented by a young crowd of antipodeans, it’s loud and crazy and gross (strippers, beer skulling races…etc etc) and has a door charge….. but despite all this, we had a blast! The photos speak for themselves…

Don’t get me wrong though, I wouldn’t be in any hurry to go back again, been there done that… and I didn’t handle the drinking during the day time too well either…didn’t come right til the Tuesday! (Can anyone say wuss?)