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Onto Holdudvar, what a cool bar which after this great discovery we found ourselves going to every night. Again set outdoors and with some funky orange lighting, this bar was pretty lively and Johhny Utah wasted no time in working the floor and showing the native puswani what Clubflat was all about. Not that they would have understood a word he was saying in his slurred American accent. After several more beverages it was time for a club, stopping at several street bars on the way and downing several shots of what can only be described as pure filth. Whatever they use to fill your shot glasses up with in Budapest, it blows the socks off the tame stuff in the UK. Ask Dancing Jock, who after downing some, promptly decorated the pavement. TAXI! |
 Holdudvar, filled with more 'fluff' than Mentalist Dad's bellybutton |
 "The name's Utah, Johnny Utah. But you can call me Johnno" |
 Wrong camera love but thanks for the cleavage shot |
 Clubflat heckled Utah from the stands |
 Between them they all knew enough English to say "Bonjour" |
 Clubflat, you know where it's at! |
Banana Bunch finds a female Skeletor lookalike |
 How we prayed for a gust of wind |
 Cyber-Dog's Clubflat Card was there for days |
 Those pig tails were made to be pulled |
 Reaction to being warned not to drink the shots in here |
 "Now Dancing Jock, c'mon, you're NOT gonna hurl"... |
 ..."Fight it, don't think about that awful taste, you're not gonna hurl"... |
 ...Oh yes you ARE! That's one way to black your tyres |
 Durban Drinkster demonstrates how the Stag would be chained up later |
 "Like, is that a camera duuuuddee?" |
 One guess who this is... |
 The Clubflat Police arrived to make sure people were having fun |
 Real live jigging tables! |
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