That was last Friday. I’m just about recovered from it now. I’m getting too old for this. So many of my friends out on Friday night, it was never going to be a dull one. Room sharing with one of my besties was the icing on the cake.
The drinks discount in Cosmo was much appreciated. I do hope that’s a regular thing. I always thought the place was expensive, but I think some of the others have caught up now. 
At half price, it certainly isn’t. Bridge next on the tour, and not cheap at all. The Heineken tasted a bit off too.
Hmm. The pic was the right way up when I took it.
Bar Fibre next. If you’re going to get grief for being trans at LFF, then it’ll either happen on the street or in this place. I’m not a great fan of LGBT ghettos, but perhaps if this place could decide whether it was a gay bar or not, we wouldn’t have to put up with the abuse. Yes, some drunken tit wanted to show off to his girlfriend. Shrugged it off and walked away, as usual. Waynetta wanted a fag, so we ended up out on the balcony under the heat lamps.
No piccies in Viaduct. Just more drinks. Then a quick wander to Mission2 (open, unusually for a Friday) for the most thorough of handbag searches, and to be asked for 10 quid to get in (no chance.) So The Shed it was then. I do like this wall, as well as the music. Not so keen on something approaching a fight breaking out behind us, though.
Smokestack next, but it was impossible to get served. We gave up and ended up in New Penny for one last drink before calling it a night. It just isn’t the same, not rounding the night off in Loft. Apparently, it’s open again from next month.
No pics of the kebab that I shared with Jaimie on the way home, so here’s one of the toilet cubicle instead. Yes, Bar Fibre has one stall in the ladies with two thrones in it. A great photo opportunity. At least until you hear running water from the one sitting next to you.
Until next time… 
