"Who let the Watford Rods out?"


It is becoming a tradition in the "Watford Rods", that if there is a Hen night, the "Watford Rods" girls go out and party leaving the poor Hen at home. The same goes if it is someone's birthday. This time it was Tanya's birthday. So the "Watford Rods" girls came down to Fareham, leaving Tanya at home with a cup of tea and a piece of cake!

The Fareham

We started our evening out in a pub aptly known as "The Fareham". There was quite a crowd of well-known faces from the Rodding scene. We downed our first pint and said our goodbye's. I got a strong feeling that the guys wanted to join us, but tough, it was a girl's night out, no bloke's allowed.

The Bugle

The next pub stop was the "Bugle", where we schemed and planned the midnight manoeuvres for this year's Nationals. (This year's midnight manoeuvres is a girl's only one, boys will have to think of their own).


Wetherspoons

Then we called in at "Wetherspoons"; we had a quick pint and phoned head for our next round of drinks before last orders was called.


The Gordon Arms

We arrived at the "Gordon Arms" and met the boys. It was very quiet, well; we soon put a stop to that. There was a musician playing his guitar, Zoe, sweet talked him into playing her favourite songs while we dragged the boys on to the dance floor.


After kick out we went to "Fareham's hottest night club", well, Fareham's only night club, "Prague Junction". John Dylan joined us as honoury girl and chaperon. As we joined the back of the long queue, Jeanette disappeared. A moment later, we found ourselves near the front of the queue. Jeanette had met a long lost friend, or in other words, Jeanette picked on a total stranger who let us push in.

Soon we were on the dance floor showing all the cool night clubers how to really dance. Any of you who have seen us mov'in and groov'in can imagine how impressed they all were.

Before we could say "Cinderella" it was 2am and we had to leave. We had hardly taken 2 steps out of the night club, when Shona was making a B-line to the burger van for food.

As we were tucking into our chips, Jeanette and Shona saw a Police van parked nearby. "Can we have a lift home please, Mr. Policeman?" they said.

"Yes" he said, "But you will have to spend the night in the police station first". The Watford girls really began to give him some grief, when I piped up and said "Don't worry about them Officer, they are from Watford".

"Oh, I understand now. That's OK, I'm from Barking!" As soon as he said Barking, we all sang out at the top of our voices to a recent pop record "Who let all the dogs out? Woof, Woof, Woof, Woof".

At that point we were in hysterics, his colleges in the van were nearly wetting themselves and poor Mr. Policeman was wishing he had never gone on duty that night.

While all of this hilarity was going on, it suddenly started to rain. Not water, but chips! Jeanette had stepped back and fallen over a small wall sending her chips flying everywhere.

We picked her up, dusted her off shared our chips and went back to Graham's house to call a taxi. Where was the taxi driver from? WATFORD!!!!!

I'm sure it won't be too long before our next "quiet" evening out in Fareham !





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