|The promised land...|
|Can you hear the angels sing?|
|The merry folk...|
A cab ride later a bunch of us ended up in some Salford scrubland walking towards an illuminated railway archway in drunken slow motion - it was like a scene from an indie film. We must be at First Chop! I tell you, it's not what I was expecting - part DIY project, part trendy bar. With a half of HOP in my hand myself, Tom, Rich Caller (@rcaller, an accomplished homebrewer) and Shane stood around and chatted about things I don't remember, but I do recall plenty of laughs.
Unfortunately, living in Macclesfield, I had to be mindful of the train situation, especially when I'm essentially in a different city than the train station I need to be in! So talk eventually moved on to going home, but luckily we were all heading towards Piccadilly so a cab share was in order. We said our goodbyes to our fellow #twissup survivors and promised that whatever happens on the #twissup stays on the #twis...ermm...gets blogged about. I've held my side of the bargain. Big thanks to Connor and all those involved, it was a bloody cracking night! Until the next time fellow drunken Twitterers!
UPDATE: For more takes on the days events check out BeersManchester, CAMRGB blog and of course Beer Battered.