We headed out after a quick drink in the hotel bar and walked abut a mile down the sea front into the heart of Bournemouth. After being shouted out for no reason by an angry, drunken chav in the park, we tried desperately to find a good enough place to go. We passed a converted Church, a couple of upmarket places that seemed like they were a bit "exclusive" and then ended up in Weatherspoons! This had to get better. Bournemouth surely had more to offer than this and we took directions from the doorman to find the clubs of the high street.
Now this is where it got weird. We somehow went to possibly the worst and best places in Bournemouth in one night! Bar (Me) was the first port of call and from the minute we walked in I felt like I was in one of those Club 18-30 holidays. The merry youth of Bournemouth screamed at every song that was played, drank like they had 17 livers and generally acted in a way that made me feel very old! Fair to say we only stayed for one drink and left them alone to revel in their own way. We did, though, find some salvation in Toko which was the complete opposite to what we had witnessed moments before. The extremely high drink prices were somewhat acceptable for the type of clientel that it attracted. Two floors of differing music and good company saved the night!
It was around 4am by the time we had walked home and crashed out after a brief encounter with the hotel cat, who followed us up to our room!
The complimentary breakfast was just what the doctor ordered in the morning and it was followed by another walk into town. It seemed a completely different place to where we were just a few hours earlier! The chavs were gone and it was a more peaceful Saturday morning in bright sunshine. At one point we took the beach lift up to the streets and it was a very surreal couple of minutes. We were greeted by the two most different characters at either end of the lift, one a laid back gent with an "I can't give a shit" attitude and the other who greeted us with a booming "HELLLLOOOOO" at the other end! The lift felt like it was going to topple over at and time and it was pretty much to great relief that we actually got to the top with no injuries!
We had a stroll round town and then decided that we would rather watch the England-Macedonia game back in familiar surroundings and so headed back to Southampton and, of course, the Walkabout for the disappointing draw.
I've seen two 0-0 draws this weekend, one that made me proud to be following a gutsy home town side and the other that felt a real let down by the England side and left me once again in no doubt in whether I'm more more of a club person than country.
Well played Town, fantastic stuff. England, that was poor, pick it up for Wednesday!
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