I went there with the ex, overall we had a really nice time, bar the night City were on and I got really pissed and abused a load of rags, thus I had to endure an ear bashing for the next day and had to spend the next couple of nights in the old town as penance. We also went to the chinese with the hilarious bloke ushering you in, we ignored him for about a week but relented in the end, as he was just too damn funny. Decent venue for a stag do.
One night we went out for dinner, met a group of other people and got really smashed with them. When we got back to the hotel I had lost my wallet, i knew i had it in the last bar we were in as I got a round of shots, so I legged it back there at full pelt, when about half way there I ran out of breath and slowed to a walk but then I saw a black object in the gutter about 50 yards away, I ran up to it, it was my wallet, still full of cards and money, must have fallen out on the way back (I was singing City songs according to she who never forgets anything - must have been with gusto for my wallet to fall out) dead chuffed I ran up to a total stranger and bear hugged him. Only as I put him down I realised he was a local gentleman who was good with pastel colours and was all flustered by me picking him off his feet. Anyway, I explained to him in pigeon English and charades what had happened, he was pleased for me, high fives a plenty, so I went into the gay bar he was on his way to which was back towards the hotel. After a couple of drinks with him and his fruity mates and a bit of a dance so they could all take in my splender, I thought I better get back to the mrs. I'd obviously been longer than I thought and she was all worried that I'd got into another row with someone, and was only reassured by hearing me singing 'City we're on the piss again' as I got back into the hotel courtyard. I'm such a catch, lord knows why she left me.