An interesting night..

Last night i went out.... This statement in itself is usually worth writing about. BUT, last night, i (specifically) went out on the town.

The night started pretty 'normal'. Turn up to a bar, and begin to drink 'light' beverages (Magners', etc.), and then slowly progress to less girly, more 'hardcore' drinks.
At some unknown point during the night, i knew the magic of rum-based cocktails had taken its effect, as i began to make the transition from 'reserved' Lloyd, to 'dance against big-breasted girls' Lloyd. My blossoming became quite obvious at the point where i decided to jump up next to the DJ and act as a conductor (a drunken, cretionous, 'thunderbirds movement-esque' kind of conductor). Surprisingly, the crowd's reaction seemed to be that most began to follow the 'dancing' that my highly seasoned limbs directed (and those of my friend). This might have been due to the fact that i had the attentiveness and charm of an escaped 'affectionless psychopath', whom it would be better to entertain with a 'smile at the mental' approach, as opposed to actually expressing how diabolically shit my 'moves' were.

Anyway. The dancing continued, until the point where i decided that having PA speakers rape my eardrums for 20 minutes wasn't a desirable thing, so i promptly made my 'subtle' escape.

The remainder of the night was, i see it, a repayement for my services to the barcrawling community of Plymouth. I watched a band. Actually, they were really brilliant. They were basically an Eastern-European ('Russian?', blurts my heavily misinformed, badly cultured and stereotype fuelled mind) set up, with a violinist, a double bass, a drummer (yes, those forrens play drums to, you know) and a bloke on an acoustic that also sang.
Sadly, i arrived quite late into their set (due to taking longer than expected to fall out of the previous said location (dancefloor of 'Cuba')), and only witnessed a limited number of 'tunes'. They did do some 'diddys' that i swear i recognise from numerous eastern-themed films (possibly my lewd/sublime pornographic interests) and a load of folk-y covers of popular 'heavy metal' tunes ("rock on, man." etc.). I think "ace of spades" comes to mind as one that they made brillance of. (Yuss, i said brillance. i CHOSE to spell 'brilliance' incorrectly. Ok? GOOD.)

After watching the band, i thanked the singer (as all good drunks do), and made a prompt exit (as prompt as other exit (2o minute exit). I then bought chocolate (Cadbury's Caramel), Vodka, and cookies.
After this, i consumed the aforementioned confectionary/alcoholic products, and walked home, happy and drunk.
I then woke up, in inverse states to the night before.