Last weekend saw the Flea join Oscarinho and his brothers on a stag do of crazy proportions. The Spanish boys plus a few friends decided to fly over to London on Saturday afternoon and not bother to book any accomodation.
So the plan was to drink through the day and party through the night, hopefully saving enough energy to then catch their plane back to Alicante the next afternoon. The SE1 club provided the venue with an international dance music night which was plenty big enough for the boys. The Flea fell early due to flu, leaving the others to carry on with a little help from a few vitamins.
Luckily somehow, they all managed to catch their plane home so the police have now lowered London's security status from 'Stay at home, Spanish drinking tour in progress' to the usual 'Bloody dangerous, but carry on because we don't really care'.
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Who You Gonna Call?
On the way to work today the Flea passed by a tree he always passes. Except today something was different.
On it was a sheet with a mobile phone number printed in the centre and then strips with the number on at the bottom as if it was an advert for something.
Somebody was curious enough to take one, but it seems more likely to the Flea that this was a case of schoolyard pranks involving some poor bullied kid's phone number than a form of guerilla marketing orchestrated by the local takeaway!
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