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Party Princess and the Psychic! The Maskery – Congleton

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Hey!

As you have probably read from my previous blogs, I normally end up in so called “party” towns such as Cardiff, Plymouth and London, and rightly or wrongly I have snubbed the smaller pubs and clubs in the more remote places of the Country. Well I’m going to change this! Make it a late new year’s resolution perhaps. I will try and say “Yes!” more often.

This change begins in Congleton. First off I would like to express my love for the name “Congleton” what a mouthful! Anyway…I received an interesting invitation for a “Psychic Night” at The Maskery.  Having never been to a psychic night, Congleton or Cheshire for that matter, I thought it high time I do so.

I forget living in London how cold it gets up north and I even forget what ice and frost looks like! WOWZERS it cold! Uggs would have been a better choice than little ballet pumps. Oh well, you live and learn.

So, what can I say about The Maskery, well for starters it has possibly the cuuuetest pub sign I’ve seen. Nice bit of late or premature festivity depends which way you look at it I suppose. Inside, it was your standard pub, nicely decorated with oriental style wallpaper which was a nice change to old yellowy wallpaper, with a nice collection of oldies propping up the bar and creating a little cheeky banter buzz going. Great comment from one of the men when his wife arrive

Cutey Patootie

Man: “Hello love, you want a drink?”
Wife: “Yeah just a cup of tea please”
Man: “You what? Tea? This bloody pub, you’ll a have pint of lager and we’ll say no more about it!
Man walks to bar and speaks to bar man – “She will have a massive pint of Cider please!”

So 7pm rolled around and then it was my turn to see my psychic, will I learn my future, will I find out the winning lottery numbers or learn the love of my life, who knows! I am actually a bit of a sceptic when it comes to these things, I’m more a “what will be, will be” kindda gal, but when in Rome an’ all! I opted for a tarot and palm reading with “Emily Clairvoyant”. There was a mixture of palm reading, crystal ball, tarot card, fairy cards or mediums which you could choose when you booked your turn with the event organiser. A reading is normally £20, however when I mentioned I was writing a blog I got a reading for £15.

So, I placed my £15 on the crystal ball and the reading begins with a palm reading. Apparently, I have a long life line, and I’ll be live and kicking till my 80’s which a nice thing to hear isn’t it! I’m also outgoing, headstrong and very independent (most people who know me will agree with that), and I will have 3 children in the future. Well, I was still feeling a little sceptic, because that was all a little vague really, we moved on to the Tarot cards. I pulled 15 cards from the pile and placed them in front of me. The wheel of fortune card came out which shows that apparently my luck is changing and great things are coming my way and I am already with the man I will marry, ooooooo! (However considering I’m wearing an engagement ring, you’d sorta hope so!!)


So maybe I wasn’t given the winning lottery numbers, I wasn’t really given any particular insight, but hey! The football was showing which attracted a nice little crowd and normally the football and sports are shown on a big projector screen at the back of the pub. A group of 5/6 girls came in with hot chocolate cravings and they did look really yummy topped with cream and chocolate powder, perfect on these wintery nights.

 

Scores on the (royal) doors: 

Food and service:  I had a jacket potatoes and beans must…stay..away..from..the…burgersss
Atmosphere and decoration:  Great northern hospitality, very sweet bar staff  and welcoming manager – Sarah.
Facilities:  Big sofas to squish into.
Talent Radar:  As I said, a tad old, if only I was 50 years older!
Fun Factor: very interesting hearing what my future will bring to me.
Perfect for: Watching the game, cheapy drinks, heart warming dinners.
In 3 words: “Look into my eyes”

The Almanac – Mo Gotta Go Party

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Helloooooo

So sorry for the late-ness of this blog update, I’ve been so wrapped up in Christmas! Better late than never.

So in my opinion November is normally a time for digging out my thick coat, whacking on the tights and writing my letter to Santa Claus however for millions of men round the world, November means one thing and one thing only, Movemeber. For those people living in a hole out in the south pacific and don’t know what Movemeber is….I’ll explain.

Movember is a where men grow their moustaches aka Mo’s without shaving for a whole month in the name for charity to raise awareness about Prostate Cancer. This tradition has been so successful, and everyone that takes party works very hard at raising as much money as they can. I for one can’t get enough of seeing guys walking about with funny tash’s, some are aMOzing and some just pure Moriffic!

Its a MOOOOO-Jito...get it!

Well to celebrate the end of Movember I was invited to pop along to a “Mo-Gotta-Go” party in Derby at The Almanac. (You can read my previous Almanac entry here)

Derby never disappoints, the people are just so lovely and I can say with some certainty that Derby have the friendliest cab drivers! The Almanac also never ever disappoints. The staff (Richard, Josh, Hannah, Pete are long standing employees) cannot do enough for their customers. They welcomed me as always with a toothy grin and pushed a Mo-jito in my hand – Always a great way to get me on board with any party!

So the bar was brimming with bushy, prickly, luscious tashes as far as the eye could see, some were eager to shave their whiskers off, others were loving the new look and decided to keep it. Check out some of these latest fashion must haves….Magnum PI and Hulk Hogan should be proud!

I even got a little jealous of the mo-fros and decided to rapidly grow my own…what you think!!

The bar manager had brought in a professional barber to help with the sheering who gave the lads a traditional wet shave. I couldn’t not stand there and NOT give it a go…come on.

I had the extreme honour of crowning Mr Movember 2011 and the award went to this mo hero! His moustache really was lovely, so thick, surprisingly soft and downright sexy actually!!!

Before....

....After....

Before I give my Royal Scores on the Doors. I’m looking for a new group of Party Princesses, queens, kings, princes to party with. SOOOOO, If you comment below with your email address, we can organise a good ole royal knees up at some new pubs I’ve been meaning to try. Drinks and dinner on me! x

Royal Scores on the Doors

Food and service:  Mo-verlous!

Atmosphere and decoration:  Mo-gnificent

Facilities:  fab as always

Talent Radar:  I think I had a slight crush on Mr Movemeber!

Fun Factor: watching grown men shave their face has never been so much fun!

Perfect for: stag parties, curing the mojito cravings, cosy night out

In 3 words: Mo, Mo, Mo There’s Mo Limit!

XX PP XX

The Abbey Liverpool

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Another Monday…another blog!

To those people that know me well, when I express my want or fancy for singing or karaoke, I’m asked (very politely) not to and to never embarrass myself or my friends to my horrific non-talent.

BUT, I went with a large group of people to Liverpool this weekend for Rockaoke.  Rockaoke works similar to the normal karaoke; however the backing track is played by a live band with backing singers and plays only the very best in rock anthems and ballads.

So unaware of my quote “frankly ridiculously poor” singing skills, we headed up to The Abbey in Liverpool.

The venue is your typical Smith and Jones style pub. On multiple floors, high ceilings with lots of separate seating areas. The bar is very long, and spans half the length of the main bar area complete with 5 lovely bar maids (minus a few cute male bar staff) it’s just as it should be! After the meeting had wrapped up, we all made it back to the hotel to glam up and head back for the rockaoke.

We were welcomed into the pub by two lovely (little undressed but they rocked it none-the-less!!) ladies and come 8.30 the whole place was jumping and as the band played a few warm up songs we tucked in to our pizzas, southern style chicken and pitta and dip.

Whilst we were eating a strange white tardis type box thing was being erected in the corner of the pub.  The investigator (and the nosey cow as well) wanted to know what was going on. Turns out it was a free photo booth. Remember when you needed a passport photo – you would go in the booth and you would get 4/6 separate photos. Well it was like that but complete with hats, wigs, sunglasses etc. Alcohol, fancy dress props and a camera, it’s all you need for full blown next morning embarrassment. I’m pretty sure the pictures below speak for themselves. Let’s face it though, I look pretty awesome.

After a couple (ok maybe several!) bottles of wine we thought we should get up and do a rock number of our own. To promote the new Christmas menu (http://www.partyatthepub.co.uk/ – Check it out) we sang this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6YbLZf8i5I, can’t beat a bit of Slade “IIIITTSS CHRIIIIIIIISTMAAAAAS!” I would post a video of our efforts alas it sorta kinda accidently-ish got deleted, whoops isn’t that a disaster!  😉

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  Have the American hot pizza, it goes down really well with the white – or with beer, doesn’t really matter. Tee hee

Atmosphere and decoration:  MC Party Princess rocked the house.

Facilities:  Upstairs to the left!

Talent Radar:  Lots of cheeky Liverpool hunks, delicious.

Fun Factor: I would defo go back for the rockaoke so yeah I’d say so.

Perfect for: pre-clubbing, stag/hen parties, work meetings, dinner.

In 3 words: ROCK AND ROOOOLL!

Don’t just take my word for it though! Check out other reviews for The Abbey Liverpool at Viewliverpool or visit the website

Fun in Leicester

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Hey guys.

First things first, don’t you just love my new page! I do! Check out the Contact me page for links to Facebook, Google+  Twitter and my party diary to see where I’ll be popping up next!

Last week I witnessed the MOTHER of all fancy dress parties. Now at most fancy dress parties you’ll find the obligatory, cats, cowboys, school girls, superheroes or some form of slutty Disney character. So when I ventured up to Leicester for an open entry fancy dress competition I did have certain expectations. HOWEVER……these were BLOWN out the water, I mean like nuclearized bombs couldn’t have touched it. I’ll give a little background information before I start the costume parade.

I had a couple of mates still floating around in Leicester at De Momfort University doing various things and after seeing their pictures on Facebook and the fun they have (and having very very hazy memories about my own experiences in Leicester)I thought I’d head up again and see what they have to offer.

The city itself is really lovely, if only I had a spare £1000 for a little shopping spree because Leicester looks like the place I’d be able to spend it rather nicely. So after a painful few hours of wishful window shopping, I caught up with the girls (and boy) over a quiet drink at a pub called The Reynard. It’s a nice venue, really high ceilings on two floors, cream and yellow interior and a cracking food menu. I had a big ole’ steak, glass of wine and polished off a slice of lemon tart with ice cream. Perfect pre-boozy food. It was clear there were a lot of regulars in the place because there seemed to be a good bit of banter passing back and forth from both sides of the bar. It was nice thing to see; it gave the pub some life and made an interesting session of ear wigging.

The Reynard

So, fake tan on, uncomfortable underwear set and with a pair of even more uncomfortable (yet fabulous!)  heels, it was time to hit the town. Varsity is always a student staple in any city so we started there. It was a lot smaller than the other Varsity’s I’ve been to in the past but boy – Was it busy!!

As I said it was a fancy dress party and if I had known beforehand I think I would have joined in the fun with some old University costume I’d used back when I was a student. I was quite content with admiring everyone elses hard work to be honest. With that in mind…..check out these AMMMAAZZING outfits. These are my top four but check facebook to see the rest of them.

Aribaaaaa!

Safety First!

Thirsty? With Steve the manager

Pile up!

 

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

 

Food and service:  Really good bit of steak at The Reynard. Even though the staff looked a little over whelmed in Varsity they all had a smile on their faces.

Atmosphere and decoration:  Really relaxed in The Reynard, massive contrast to the craziness of Varsity.

Facilities:  All clean and shiny.

Talent Radar:  Hard to tell under the costumes – but how can you resist a man in tights!

Fun Factor: AWESOME time. My hats off to you Leicester!

Perfect for: The Reynard – Chill out, quiet dinner, cheeky glass of wine

Varsity – Pre-drinking, shots, pitchers, all things student-y

In 3 words: CRAZY CRAZY COSTUMES

Don’t just take my word for it though! Check out other reviews for The Reynard on View Leicester and Qype

Pembroke Castle

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I went to the Pembroke Castle – Primrose Hill the other day for a spot of lunch with some friends.  The bar itself is just up from Chalk Farm tube station so it was super easy to find (and considering I’d get lost in a paper bag means it must be REALLY easy to find!!)

The inside of the bar is really welcoming and had a cute eclectic feel about it. On the walls were lots of little framed postcards of local shops, road signs and funky little bits of graffiti. They had good taste in music as well, bit of old indie songs like The Libertines, Blur mixed with
more recent stuff like Ed Sheeran. Massive thumbs from me on that front. On all the tables were pots of basil, and even though that might sound weird, it looked really cool and I’ve since taken the idea and stuck a wrapped pot of basil on my kitchen table.

Seeing as it was sunny – Yes I said sunny, can you believe it a whole afternoon without rain or hurricanes!!! –   We sat outside in the beer garden which was really cute with fairy lights and cushion, very boo hoo, bang on. If only it was July again, a jug of Pimm’s or a Gin and tonic would have been just the ticket.

Actually choosing something for lunch was a bit of a mission. Both of us were in the mood for pizza but couldn’t pick one, goats
cheese and red onion, peri peri chicken or pepperoni. Dilemma.  In the end we shared a peri peri chicken pizza and the goat’s cheese and red onion pizza. Both were so so yummy, I didn’t really want to share the red onion one, it was far too good. Much too good to share with friends. Tee hee!

The bar seemed really well stocked, there looked to be something for everyone, beer, ale, cocktails for the eve, spirits. If only my flat was this well stocked, I’d never have to leave.

I noticed there was an upstairs meeting room which would be good to rent out for parties. They actually hold comedy nights up there every now and again, would be fun to go to one in the future I think. The staff were really friendly and seemed to enjoy their job. I hate grumpy barmaids.

Heading up to Stirling this week for a beach party, Beach parties shouldn’t exist in Scotland, I’m going to freeze my butt off. Is it ok
to wear scarves and Ugg boots with a sundress? Ill rock it anyway!!

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  Scrummy, I’d return just for the pizza. The staff were lovely.

Atmosphere and decoration:  Really chilled loved the fresh flowers around the bar.

Facilities:  Loved the retro bottle green tiles

Talent Radar:  Slim pickings. 😦

Fun Factor: Wasn’t a heart pumping night out but Pembroke was very relaxing,
just what I needed

Perfect for: General hang out, lunch date, pre-bar drinks

In 3 words: Good Indie Pub.

Don’t just take my word for it though! Check out other reviews at:
http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/31/3144/Pembroke_Castle/Primrose_Hill