The Tiv

soooo... went out on Friday night with Pete and one of his mates, Gary. We ended up in Buckley, yes thats Bucle, north Wales (or Bwcle for the welsh spellers amongst you), in a club called The Tiv (The Tivoli). Its a bit like the Krazy House in Liverpool except smaller, and it closes at 1am, but it's a good little club. We had a good night and danced lots, it had that kinda Krazy House atmosphere where you kinda feel at home as soon as you walk in, and before long I was dancing around in my bra and fluttering my eyelashes at the girls. Pete doesn't mind me fluttering my eyelashes as long as I don't aim them at the lads lol. Anyway, fun was had all round, we got in about 2am, and then of course I had an attack of insomnia...seem to be getting a lot of those recently... and when I finally did get to sleep, I kept waking up, and THEN, to top it all, my dad woke me up this morning removing the bath from the bathroom cos he's doing it up. Have you any idea the amount of noise that a cast iron bath makes when it is being repeatedly belted with a hammer??? 'Quite a lot' doesn't come close. I got up, got dressed and went for a small swim and a therapeutic laze in the hydrotherapy pool at the gym. My neck still aches from moshing too much last night tho...