I remember going to kip in a mates student flat in Huddersfield for a weekend on freshers week and the local student bar had a foam party. So we decided to mingle with the riff raff that were there and have a good knees up. As expected the drinks were dirt cheap and we were guzzling down shots of everything.
The foam began and it was heavy. They left the 2 machines on for 20 minutes so the place was covered. The night was [Poor language removed] class. After that finished (midnight) we decided to hit Huddersfield town centre to sample it. It was dull but there was one club, Tokyo, which was impressive. It was three levels of different mucis. Sort of like your Krazy House of Hudds, only cleaner and not full of scatty mongs. We were on the 'old school' level bopping away to Bon Jovi, as you do, when the Plod came in and ragged one of me mates from the club and put him in a car. Anyway, we all defended him to the hilt, saying what has he done, your out of order ect ect and the car drove away. It wasn't a police car either, it was like an unmarked car. Anyway, the car drove down the road and then suddendly stopped, so we were all waiting at the top of the street and he got out of this 'police car' and legged it down the road the fastest I've ever seen him. Got to us, out of breath and said, 'They're [Poor language removed] strippers!'.
Honestly, I couldnt stop moving with laughter. To this day it's still mentioned with non stop giggles.
I suppose any night out for Cal is mad, only needs a sniff of Corona and he's on his arse
