We are the Children of the Night

The other day I popped down into town with the fantastic Mr Bus to sample a local beer garden, unfortunately a lot of people had the same idea of a Friday afternoon and we had to sit inside. We didn’t mind too much as it was baking hot outside and it was time to enjoy a refreshing beverage.

Whilst browsing the bar I was going to have a nice refreshing bottle of bud, until I spotted it, there gleaming from the fridge like a beacon calling to me with the cool beads of condensation gently falling along the curvature of the smooth glass bottle. I had to have it at once, there was no other choice, and it was Lemon Hooch.

At once I was excited, and memories of my early drinking days come flooding back, I had to facebook, tweet and instagram it at once.

This lead to my friend and I reminiscing about the good old days going to Bowlers nightclub in Bridgend getting drunk on hooch and Bacardi breezers and the DJ playing Happy Hard-core tunes like We are the Children ofthe night and Space Invaders in the Air, with skirts far too short and heels far too high.

The best thing about Bowlers was that it was a bowling alley with a bar, a food area and a dance floor. It was great getting drunk and bowling, I always seemed to bowl better when drunk. Also it was like an extended sixth form common room so you knew everyone there but it was intertwined with the other schools sixth forms as well. I was open until 2am and there was always something funny that had happened to keep us amused in School on a Monday morning. The worst thing about bowlers was that you knew everyone, the food was awful and the happy hard-core tunes.

Still we wouldn’t have had it any other way and the place and time have given us some great memories and awesome cringe worthy photographs to go with it.

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