What a banger, still picking up the pieces and putting it all back together. Pictures don't really do it justice but ill do my best.
Reckon the best place to start would be to here (at the beginning)....

 So Will, Pelley (GH), Moist and Myself, decided to go to London on Friday to apparently get so rowdy were in danger of embarrassment. We all met at the station and and got on the first train to the end of the line. While making the most of the public transport provided, it was only a matter time and beers until the Wet-one would come out with a cracker.

 So by 19:16 after Moist had already got proper excited about thinking that Defoe decided to get a train from Haslemere (or somewhere shit like that) and we had also decided to attempt to make a diary of the nights events. It wasn't until we got a good three quarters of the way there he then realised that, and quote "we are definitely getting closer". . . and only then did the night truly begin.
 We eventually arrived at Bens and i can safely say ive never been on the tube with any brehs who bricked it as much as these lads. . . full blown skattin. But we made it there safely and got off the DLR just in time to bump into the Shadwell Massive. As you can see the diary went to shit when we left Bens and slacked off the whole idea. . . but the pictures came in abundance.


Yaow! and just before we left to tear up the pub...shit officially hit the fan. We found out the camera had full blown spacked out and done this for us...





 Proper longing this post out now. . . so ill try wrap it up. Basically, we ended up rocking to one pub in the entire night where before we even got threw the door got turned away... little did the bouncers know that the joint brain knowledge of STB and the GH fam is not something to challenge and before they knew it we were through the back entrance...well most of us, i didn't get the plan and managed to become a straggler and ended up running in late (looking behind me to check to see if anyone saw us) doing this far to quickly for my own good smashed straight into the jukebox. Before i knew it my hoodies hood was being pulled out of the pub with me attached to it.... and there i sat, soon to be joined with the rest of the crew. HOWEVER! like i said the brain power of STB is not something to take lightly and within Five minutes we were back in with the only condition being that we didn't get "wavy"...

 But we were in, drinking and apparently not getting wavy so everyone was happy. At this very point in the night is where and when we met... Honest John, and jesus! was this man honest. So honest that he bought Ben a pint not, i repeat not, to try for a second time to smash a bottle over his head. He was a proper team player and didnt even batter a single eyelid when Pelley started using his hooning charm to try and seduce his wife and daughter.

 After making The Honest Jhon Familys holiday one to remember. We were soon turfed from the pub and left to tear up the Capitals streets. . . this consisted of a mixture of getting bare shout outs to STB and GH and many a peeps saying Next Level! on camera, Getting Moist some 24hr Subway and picking up off 7-10 of the most shady looking characters in London. . .only to be shouted at by a homeless bloke telling us we shouldnt converse with this certain shady group as they will probably be back to swipe our wallets and camera. . .but Will gave him some chips and he done legs. . .

 We all jumped on the most hectic night bus ive ever been on and to Shadwell we soon arrived to all get more intoxicated and eventually bunk up for the night to get some kip before arising and heading to Brixton for Dont Flop Times change South. (Pictures up soon).



oh yeah, Ben and Will jumped out of Bens window leaving Will skatty and Ben stinking all night of the year old mouldy cheese he landed in. HA!