This evening was spent at Couer De Lion, Bath’s smallest pub. It is indeed very petit, probably the size of the bedroom in my flat.

When I arrived I was told that two of my friends had been drinking since the early afternoon and it bloody well showed! Anyone who has ever watched Booze Britain on Bravo will know how pissed people can get, well these two made the drunks on the documentary look a little bit tipsy.

There were fights which turned into hugs just minutes later, glasses dropped and a near accident involving a shop window which could have resulted in a lot of blood, glass and a burglar alarm being set off.

I observed all this while sipping on my usual beverage of choice for my trips to town – Fosters. I didn’t know whether to laugh at the hilarity of the situation or hide in the bar area in horror telling other drinkers “I don’t know these people”.

I did have to move right onto the streets at one stage of the evening. I ended up sitting between both of my intoxicated friends and at a point it looked as if I was going to be in the middle of a bout of projectile vomiting. Luckily there was no regurgitation of alcohol.

I left them in town with a sober friend so don’t know what to expect. If you see any news alerts on BBC News 24 this evening/tomorrow morning involving murders/fires/explosions in Bath city centre you know what’s happened.

This evening was spent inside a couple of pubs in Bath city centre. I wasn’t planning on going out tonight as I was out at The Hop Pole pub with work mates last night and should be out tomorrow for a friend’s birthday.

Anyway, the first pub of the evening was The Boater. A large establishment right next to the beautiful Pultney Bridge. The evening was warm so we sat outside in the beer garden, I say beer garden it’s more of a “beer yard”. There was an obvious absence of grass, trees and plants, in fact the only thing green was the used beer bottles.

As the evening went by the temperature dropped so we decided to go into the pool hall upstairs. The pool hall consisted of 2 pool tables – wow. What made matters worse was that some moron decided to put Paul Oakenfold’s Starry Eyed Surprise on the jukebox. It was time to leave.

After finishing off a pint of Fosters (unfortunately they don’t seem to sell Carling in town and being a self-proclaimed “lightweight” won’t touch these continental lagers) we headed off to Saint James Wine Vault…

This place is on the edge of the city centre, just down the road from where my good friend Mr. Hobart AKA DanInTheMix used to live.

There was a Hip Hop night on. I used to really like this genre of music but have gone right off it now. There are only so many times you can appreciate lyrics about somebody “popping a cap in ones ass”.

Anyway, we all filed down some steps into a dark basement, handed over our £2 admittance fee and in return received a green smudge on our hands from an old wine cork dipped in paint.

I was disappointed that this pub, like most others in the city didn’t sell Carling so went for the Fosters again or as my friend Mr. White likes to call it “Rats piss”.

I didn’t really hear much of the music which was probably a good thing with it being rap. The quality of HiFi equipment sounded very poor and the fact that the event was based in a basement with lots of nooks and crannies didn’t help. The room also smelt of damp and sweat. To some this may be disgusting, while unpleasant it did bring back memories for me of long evening in Dan’s flat playing 4-player GoldenEye on the N64. I still miss those nights.

When 11 O Clock came I decided to call it a night and get back to my flat where I could drink all the Carling I want, smell fresh air and listen to good music like Oasis, The Libertines and Kaiser Chiefs.