I think this Espresso Martini sums up our weekend in London well;

Expensive, full of alcohol and probably out of our league (doesn’t stop us though)

I’m currently enduring the megabus of hell once again back up to Scotland and thought I’d write a little blog on our trip down south.

The bus journey down was pretty shitty, and I mean it literally stank of shit. Not to mention it was the hottest day of the year and just got hotter, sweatier and smellier the further south we travelled. We got on at 4am and arrived at about half 3 in the afternoon. Thought it might be easier to sleep… It wasn’t.

We arrived at the good old Generator Hostel and had to wait for ages in the queue due to a big group of insufferable French people (no offence).

Dumped our stuff in our room and headed out to the pub for a beer and a burger. The real fun started later though after we met up with Willie, our manager.

A few pubs later, and bloody expensive kopparbergs (£5.30?!?), we headed to Groucho Club in Soho. It’s a members only frequented by celebs. It was all a bit surreal and the lack of sleep/alcohol combination wasn’t helping.

Willie is a member so we just walked in. It was full of eccentric looking people and a jolly man playing piano, pretty awesome.

First drink was the Espresso Martini, a wonderful drink that pretty much blows your head off. Followed up by some MacMojitos which were equally strong.

After chatting to some old, slightly desperate looking women (probably wives of bankers or something), Gee and I headed up to the next bar and who do we see? Sienna Miller. Pretty cool! Immediately trumped when we made our way up to the billiards room to find Noel Gallagher playing some weird version of pool, we joined in and very much lost.

My memory is a little fuzzy from this part of the night but I remember key moments such as Noel asking if my tattoo said “stand and feel your girth” and me asking he would in fact like to feel my girth. Gee also had a chat about Morrissey with him. All and all, he was a pretty swell guy.

We left the club and BOOM. Black out, the next thing I remember is waking up in bed in the hostel.

Saturday morning - another deathly hot day, which did nothing for our horrendous hangovers.

We headed to wapping and met up with Willie, who informed us about his interesting night. He went on to another fancy members place and sung karaoke with Noel Gallagher, no biggie.

Anyway, we had some food and had a meeting with a nice chap from a publishing company. Good times ahead for the band me thinks!

Later that night we were sitting in this shopping centre and there were some right nutters. In particular this man who shouted “fuck off! You fucking little twat” to this little boy who was innocently running about! We sniggered and this man caught on and proceeded to tell Gee to fuck off in a great cockney accent. Angry, angry man made our night.

My phone is going to die soon so I’m going to wrap it up now.

Today we looked at touristy shit and saw some marching bands.

Wish me luck on the next 6 hours of this journey.

-Pete