Her name was Rio

Thursday was Rich's official beer session out in Leamington Spa - fantastic - no real excuse needed really is there - but there was. After meeting at the Hogs Head (now the old butcher) we managed to get a couple of rounds in, people mainly buying Rich "down them in one and get boozed up so much you wont remember your name" drinks. This was a good laugh and pretty sociable. John and Debbie kindly turned up (its like they need an excuse to drink!!) and decided to tell alot of people that I'm a stalker - fantastic hey? I look after their flat, lend them my DVDs (which they forget to return) and they call me that - lush

Anyhooo, it was decided that Rios was going to be the next point of call, not many people went, but we made the most of it - well, technically we drank to forget that we were in some shanky night club that hasnt had a redecor since 1982. I got talking to an old colleague who was there with another group, so Vicky decided I was obviously on the tap and setout to destroy any fun.

Bob was then so highpitched, that all the local dogs gathered in the club - no, thats the local talent, and then his eyes turned red and he lost the ability to speak altogether. Rich just got boozed up, angry and stormed off, Vicky got upset on the way back (probably because of Bob speaking in such a squeeky voice) and I fell into a coma til 9am the next morning.

Conclusion - Rios is rubbish, Friends are great, Should have gone to the Well instead - cheap beers and crazy people.