Not content with slugging it out on their bikes and dominating their own genders ability to power themselves over distance with a sophisticated combination of wheels, alloy, carbon, cranks and shafts (ok couldn't resist) - Jen and Greg are now taking the battle to "da street" in a war of words - who will be the author of the funniest report?
(I was going to submit my own version but in fairness as Winston Churchill once said "I refuse to enter into a battle of wits with an unarmed man/woman)
So Piranha public - I will let you decide .... and maybe .... just maybe I feel a poll coming on ... (and no this is not a euphemism (c) Greg Cambell banter inc)
Following strict orders from a certain committee member here are a few highlights from the night even though I don?t think there were many that missed this one. It was a great turnout by all with the restaurant even having to be remodelled to fit in our ever expanding group. A good old night and defo one not to miss in future. There is a strong case being made for an annual Piranha Idol to be crowned. Who needs the club championships when you have this?
We all trotted along to BonGa after earning our dinner in the TT that morning and luckily there was a bountiful trough from which to scoff. The owners have asked me to tell Cormac that he is banned after they made a loss on his 22 euro. Fair play! In the spirit of all things Korean we had to try the national drink of choice rice wine, well, rice wines. It's the only spirit that tastes worse the drunker you get. Amazing, gross and a false economy all at the one time. I think it was after the second bottle of rice wine that Sinead and I declared our love for velodromes. And we have never even met one. It went downhill from there. Quite quickly.
Everyone stocked up on offie and FRUIT JUICE (duly noted, sly, very sly) and headed to our karaoke room. It could have been an awkward first few tunes, but Greg and Niall selflessly jumped in with all guns blazing and set the tone for the night. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much, the next hour and a half was comedy gold! There were so many classic moments. The quieter fraction of the club, Steven Moody (don't know if you have heard of him) brought his own personal bouncers/voice coaches to the event. He was gracious enough to give us a rendition of 'run to you' AND 'dude looks like a lady' when he was not stalking the hen party/ hairdressers annual conference next door. Greg and Matt's version of 'like a prayer' managed to offend the catholic church, gay community and Germanic nations at the same time, no mean feat, I'm sure Madzer wouldn't have been to happy either. Alexi and his homage to Prince was pure classic, with that high pitched voice he would want to be tested for the reverse of whatever our old friend cycling Tammy was taking ?
We were eventually kicked out of BonGa at 12 and some headed to Sin E, not all of us got there though - luckily we didn't spend too long wandering the streets looking for the lost chapter of Piranha. We outsourced that to the gardai while we got on with the drinking. Surprising really that we weren't thrown out when Rory offered his nipples to randomers for them to lick. Or when one of the other girls mistook Brian for her ride home and mounted him. Brian has a strong future ahead of him on Blackpool beach if the triathlon fails him. Only the hardy survived Sin E and got the bruises, broken specs, bleeding nipples (the guys only) and hangovers to show for it. Heres to the next round of fun post Italia.
ps - I recommend everyone to do a report of some kind now that Steven is paying people to do them. The bill is in the post Moody.
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http://www.piranhatri.com/article.php/Kariokenightoutreport