Cheapest night out ever

Tonight I have been up to Newcastle to meet up with my former colleagues for a pint (I made sure I stayed well under the limit, having had one pint of mild bitter followed by four pints of coke).

I put £20 of petrol in the car before I set off.

I drew £50 out of a cash machine in Newcastle. More than I'd need I knew, but I might have needed a taxi if I'd got lost.

1 pint of bitter, and 4 pints of coke later, it was time to set off home. This meant driving past a town where one of the lads lives. He cadged a lift with me to save himself the £40 taxi fare. He insisted on giving me £20 towards my fuel, despite me telling him I wont have used £20 worth altogether, never mind just on his bit of the journey, but he insisted.

I've just counted up my money, and I have £60 in cash, and still more than half of the fuel I put in, so I've not only broke even, but have actually came away slightly in profit for me evening out

There was one scary moment though. I'd parked the car in a car park that gets locked up at 10pm. We set off on the trek across toon at about 9:30pm, plenty of time to get to the car park before it closed, but I'd forgot about the closing time. The lad I was giving a lift to asked if I wanted to go the quickest way or the scenic way so he could show me some of the more impressive parts of toon. I chose the scenic route, so we walked through old cobbled streets, then through 'China town' then down the rich bit where there was a shiny new ferrari parked up. We got to the car park at 10:15pm, and it was all locked up. A sign said there was a £100 call out charge to get the car released out of hours. I phoned the number and a sympathetic chap said he'd radio the security guard and if he was still there, we'd be ok otherwise I'd have to pay the callout. Luckily the security, a big butch woman, was still there, and after much grovelling and I got a good telling off, she opened the gate and gave me 3 minutes to get my car out That security guard lady has my utmost respect. She opened the barrier to two big lads she didn't know, late at night in Newcastle centre on a Friday night. I suspect the telling off was partly for her entertainment (which is fair enough) and partly to keep us talking long enough to work out whether we were hostile or genuine.

 

result all round!!!

 

FOUR PINTS OF COKE ! ! ! !

Cheers, Tony.