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That takes me back, remember the days when they had to give you a plate of crap food in order to stay open late. I remember the sausage, mash and bullet hard peas on a paper plate with plastic cutlery at the Hungry Years, we chose to stay hungry and binned it.

We used to go out at say 9pm, do the pubs, then the clubs and be pissed by 2am, ready for the homeward kebab. These days they drink before going out, are pissed by the time the pubs close and can't make it to the clubs. Over here they are anyway. I went to town for a meal with the Mrs one...