The toilet fits your arse better

First of all, here we are at the Tassel Club. Aww would ya look.


Nicola and Lynne cleverly remembered sunglasses for the early morning flight.


Eh, Denise and I didn't.


It didn't stop us from lashing into the cocktails at lunchtime though.


Oh God love me I look wrecked.


Nicola is VERY camera shy. VERY. She's known for it.


Lynne showing off the view.


Aww the hotel sent us a wee cake for Nicola. It was my birthday in July, you know.


This is the room for Denise's benefit.
I have other random hotel pictures if you want them Miss Leahy.


After the cocktails we threw the dressing gowns on for a nap. Like pensioners.


But I painted my toes first in a very coy manner.


"You don't mind a double bed, do you girls?"


Lynne in her natural habitat.


Nicola and Denise in theirs.


Fast forward (Many apologies, but I don't have pictures of us sleeping) and here's the restaurant/art gallery. Yum.
The Wapping Project


We had been recommended a club called Copyright, but when we got there,
the staff kindly advised us that it "wasn't for us".
So this scene never actually happened, sadly.
Copyright


So we went elsewhere. The lads had never seen a naked Irish lady out on the town before.


Either had I, actually. Conkey (not sure how that's spelt, sorry Mr!) had, though.


And Nicola and Lynne LOVED it!


Lynne and Conkey shared their experiences.


And then we had awful trouble getting taxis, and had more drink, and went to sleep, and woke up to this breakfast.
Well it was lovely.


Nicola had to recompose herself after it.


And then we went shopping, and met Lorna, but the camera was off duty then.
And then we got a train back to the airport, where Lynne swaddled herself in labels.


I'm still tired after it.