Monopoly Pub Crawl - London 2001

The Usual Suspects

Pete (monopoly@pajb.com)

What can I say ... spirited lover, bon viveur, stauch friend but terrible enemy ... ahem ... if you want the truth, I suggest you contact one of the guys below.

Wode

So named (by my brother) after the famous Withnail character "his head must weigh fifty pounds on its own", although the similarity is in first name only, not in build. Wode is the kind of guy who is generally up for most crazy plans.

Famous for his bonfires, frequenting nightclubs in his slippers and burning wicker men. Not to mention flying out to Barbados on the off-chance a girl he had met at a wedding the week before wanted to see him again (they are still togther). Although seriously ill on the crawl, he put in a sterling performance and must be commended.

CJ

As CJ pointed out, this is the picture you'll see on the front of The Sun when he gets kidnapped by an enormous ex-con with a penchant for young looking boys ... or when he flips out and murders seven.

I've known CJ since school days and it never ceases to amaze me how well he can down beers in one when he gets going. Just don't let him start talking to you about snowboarding ... oh, and he's single, desperate and wears a cock ring, ladies please apply to the above email address ...

Sobers [M.I.A]

So named after turning up to my stag weekend and then proceeding to not touch a drop of the good stuff for the duration (something about running in the London marathon). Couldn't make the Monopoly crawl due to "a terrible cold" ... very suspicious.

Oh well, I'll get him when we do the same for my 40th ...

Dave

My little brother (and he doesn't have quite the Jimmy that the photo' suggests). Considering we are "kin" we get on remarkably well ... my best man as well and chief co-planner for the whole Monopoly pub crawl effort.

A good guy to have around when the beer is flowing, even if he sometimes can't find his arse from a hole in the ground once he's had a few ...

The Ox

The Ox is so-named (again by my brother) for his legendary strength. The first time we met (at my wife's Xmas work do) I made the snap judgement that Mr Brian Cordery was a "red-brace wearing, public school, city cunt" ... not to mince words.

We sorted that out over the next couple of Christmas do's and now he's a solid member of the posse for foolish endeavours ... we are planning the Circle Line crawl for his 30th June 2002.