Bank Holiday merriment!

As with many people over the Bank Holiday period, I decided a night out was required.

I selected to head out in Belper on the Friday night taking in the Green House and Hackett's (formerly Harvey's), and then chose Derby on Sunday, frequenting Walkabout and Scream.

While walking back towards the taxi rank outside the old Debenhams store to hail a cab to return me to my humble abode, I spotted a couple of friends who had also decided a night on the tiles was exactly what the doctor ordered.

I stumbled across Victoria Street (due to the fact I've had an ingrown toenail removed, not due to excessive consumption of alcohol I promise) and began to converse with them about their evening's gaeities. In my stupour, a group of three chaps strolled past; I caught the eye of one - a short, handsome man with wonderfully coiffed hair. I presented my hand for shaking and with no hesitation he accepted; it was none other than Mr. James Bailey.

I asked if he'd had a good evening and we chatted for twenty or so seconds until the other members of his brethren happened across the Gentlemen's club "Players Bar". Upon realising he had dropped back, the remaining couple shouted back and ordered him to catch up. In an apparent attempt at privacy, which in hindsight was wonderfully comical, the taller of the remaining two, Steve Davies hollered "Hurry up Miles, they'll stop letting in!"

The smallest (by quite a considerable margin) of the three men jovially joined Steve with calls of "Miles" and gleefully embraced him upon his admittance to the upmarket venue.

I then finished the conversation I was having with my friends and headed over to A.B. Fast Food on Colyear Street for a kebab-meat topped portion of chips with mint youhurt, before chartering a taxi for the ride home.

A great night, I'm sure, was had by all!




Can anybody guess who the third Musketeer was?