| 00:00 - 00:03 | The lads have all gathered in various area of Liverpool |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | So far, they have shown up here |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | here, and here. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | From what we can tell, Pat is in Crosby, miles from the centre |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | it's not clear why. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Isn't that about 20 miles from Seel Street? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | He'll never get a taxi. What time does he expect to fucking well arrive? |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Sir... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | He.... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | thinks about 11pm but he'll have to stop at a cash machine. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | It'll be ok, we can have a drink in The Pilgrim and wait for him. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Anyone who's not in Nay Standards, wait outside. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | I fucking hate The Pilgrim!! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | It stinks and those booths are too cramped. |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I wanted to get to The Raz early and have a pint of The Gods. |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | I promised Ronnie and White Hair. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | There, there Norma. |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | I wouldn't mind but this isn't the first time. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Crosby is closer to Southport than it is to Liverpool! |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | It's always the fucking same, valuable drinking time wasted. |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Sir, he said he's booked a cab and he'll be here asap. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | So?! In the meantime that fucking clown Morris will be feeding me Absinthe! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Sir, you can pour the absinthe away? |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | And then Morris will bring back an Aftershock as a fine! |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Make me down it in one. |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | The same shit as usual. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | By the time I get to The Raz I'll be fit for fuck all. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Throwing up Goldschläger on my shoes. |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | And what about the tap? |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | I wanted some fresh and a bed for the night! |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | How am I meant to tap smelling of sick? |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | And all this whilst that guy from Eastenders laughs at me from the sidelines. |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | I wouldn't mind... |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | ...but he hasn't been in it for years. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | I always preferred The Mitchell Brothers anyway. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | And then what? Pat arrives as fresh as a daisy |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | and I've already used my socks to clean up sick! |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I won't be able to look Ronnie in the eye. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | And all the time I risk getting thrown out.... |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | ....and not getting a lolly. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I fucking love Drumstick Lollies! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | It's okay Norma. He'll still shag you smelling of sick. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | But I suppose we have no choice..... |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | .....The Pilgrim it is....with it's cramped booths and layabout students. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | I suppose.... |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | ....I could poor the absinthe away.... |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | ....and hope Cowboy doesn't notice what I've done? |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Perhaps I can convince him to buy me a Fosters. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Fuck's sake. |
