I did go out after all, KJ.
Quiet pubs, but it was a great laugh observing the antics of many people who, to put it mildly, were clearly very worse for wear, during my travels. I can barely stand up, me, cuz I iz cool innit, while texting shyte on their phone(s). A pissed up scantily clad woman, that can hardly walk in a straight line without falling over, is not exactly a very good or sexy sight.
One bloke who was well skull ******, asked me if I wanted to have him (sexually). I politely declined.
Another guy, that had a bottle of vodka (half drunk) and was smoking spliff with his friend, dropped the bottle onto the pavement smashing it. How I laughed, internally. When I handed him his bottle of lemonade mixer, he threw it down the road, saying 'What use is that to me'. Way to go, douche bag.
Then in one part of town, it looked that the entire taxi population of Bedfordshire had converged on this one area.
I got a playlist from the lady DJ at one the pubs, as I liked the music she was playing. I may well inflict some of it on DS, if I can find it on YouTube.
I saw the London fireworks from inside one of the pubs. It looked rather good.
A fairly entertaining night out (roughly 11pm-4am) for just under £15 (4 pints of beer and a takeaway).