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USA Tour 2001

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Day 19 - O'Reilly's

LOCATION: Charleston (South Carolina).
DATE: 17/08/01.


TIME: 13.00

We head into town for breakfast/lunch and after trekking up and down the main street several times, entering one over-filled place and standing around aimlessly waiting for a seat, then deciding it's going to be too long before we get seated, despite the abundance of good-looking women, we stumble into O'Reilly's, an Irish bar/restaurant, and order on of those hungover meals, reminiscing about the previous night's antics.

The portions are, after questioning by Gaz, far larger than expected and many of us struggle to eat even half our food. The nice-looking waitress comes over to see if we need anything, and proceeds to tell Payno that she will be impressed if he finishes his half eaten shepherds pie come vomit casserole. "Anything to impress you, love" Payno replies, obligingly, and continues to cram the remainder down his throat then dash off to the restroom to loosen the tension in his guts.


TIME: 14.00

After lunch, we wander the streets in search of some of the attractions. We decide that we'll do them tomorrow because none of us have a camera with us, and proceed to sit on the steps of Charleston Customs House drinking Gatorade until it's time to start drinking again.


TIME: 22.00

We drink our Bud Shite and make our way into town, heading once more for O'Reilly's after the waitress persuaded us to come back in the evening. The bar quickly fills up and we find ourselves in a bustling place full of good-looking girls and stereotypical yanks - bulked up round the shoulders, wearing plain t-shirts, ridiculous goatee beards and cap on back to front. Payno gets talking to some bird with a Union Jack top on and eventually comes back to us claiming he's in love..... Fuller, meanwhile, tries to use his gift of the gab, but to no avail and Quiff falls asleep at the table.

It's been a hard day's drinking and we stumble home through the rough, dangerous area of town shouting our piss-takes in amazingly bad American accents and clearly risking our lives.