Whorespotting

[Jet Set Willy]

I'm getting smashed at Old Street tonight.  Pop along if you want to see someone with bad skin, bad hair and bad teeth getting drunk.

I would recommend Buttoned Down Disco at 93 Feet East. If you see someone with bad skin, bad teeth and average hair getting drunk, come and say hi!

[Lee]

I'm sure I saw Lee at a Mono gig but didn't say hello or anything.  That would have been too much of an event for me.

Good job you didn't, because it wasn't me.

Come to Colchester Arts Centre if you want to meet me. The more obscure the event, the more likely you are to find me. I'm the sober one.

[Lt Plonker]

I have almost certainly met Lt. Plonker - and may even have transacted the purchase of some popcorn and a couple of large diet cokes from him when he worked at my local cinema.

Hells teeth, really?! How exciting! I remember you saying that you lived around the area but I didn't know that you'd actually come up to the cinema!

I hope our transaction was an amiable one.

[weekender]

None of you would recognise me (cept the cunt who took my pic out of my Soulseek file) cause you all still think I look like Rik Waller.

I would recognise you, because we've been for a pint together you hideous forgetful cunt.

I'm sure I'd recognise weekender should I ever see him on my many jaunts off this goddamned island.

I wouldn't dare say hello unless I was a wee bit refreshed...

No offence, but if you told me your username was rudi I still probably wouldn't recognise you in any capacity :).  I only recognised Cerys because she was in a wheelchair.

You could say hello though, then we'd make awkward small talk about some shit or other, and we'd both feel really uncomfortable.  I'm sometimes nice in real life though, feel free to say hello to me.

The first Verbwhore stranger I ever met was Gavin, who I think brilliantly did actually use the line "Are you a verbwhore?".  I wish I had the witty skills I occasionally have on these boards to have made it an interesting exchange, but instead I just murmered "Yeah, are you as well?".

[Angst in my Pants]

The Cut-out-and-keep Whorespotting guide

The gentleman VerbWhore about town dons this fetching tie:


Whereas the lady VerbWhore never fails to impress in her delightful sweater:


On special occassions, she's quite the glamourpuss:


The VerbWhore parent shares their CaB joy with baby:


Proud VerbWhores can often be seen talking intently into their mobile phones.  Note that inside there is no extra large "5" button:



All self respecting VerbWhores live in houses painted thusly:


And when sat on public transport without internet access, they can often be seen referencing their CaB "hard copy":

[mothman]

That explains a lot.

[Des Nilsen]

The Hatchet

Wow, I remember that. My first meet and it was lovely. Yes, that's all really. I don't think I've spotted anyone, mainly because there haven't been many Leicester-dwelling 'whores here and I don't travel around much.

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[butnut]

Heh which pub was it?

The Bricklayers Arms.  Oh yes, I drink in classy establishments.

Hmm, looking at a map I may have been there. I can't really remember. Any clues as to what it's like inside?

[Lewis]

Wooden dirty floors. long and thin. Flat beer. Smells of sick. Flyers everywhere. Old men who always seem to be there. Rude barstaff. Well fucking Barley.

http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/59/5990/Bricklayers_Arms/Shoreditch

[butnut]

http://www.thebricklayersarmspub.com/bricklayersarms/

Good good - that must be where Nathan lives.

AMBIENCE Arty/Bohemian, Casual, Friendly, Funky, Groups, Pulling, Retro, Student
REVIEW Down a dark, dark alleyway, in the dark, dark bot quite East End... is a funky little pub. The Bricklayers is a down at heal, up-temp haunt for the local art students and studio apartment-types who live, work and study in the area. They mix with some genuine old East End geezahs, the very friendly staff and a few young Suits (who apperently drees down).Various Djs with a decent record selection (at its worst bordering on wacky0 are far more interesting than the wall-to-wall garage you hear in most places these days. No, the DJs here are unique, and have the flair to try something different. The result is largely successful. It's a noisy pub after 7pm, so not the place to bring a date.
PLACE Small, fairly grub-standard pub downstairs, with decks at the back, strung over with fairy lights. Upstairs the restaurant is more hip in its design with 70s brown leather seats and brick walls adorned with some avant-garde artwork.
PEOPLE Serena and Ian are performance artists, working on a project to do with Victorian pornography and have just bought a fox-fur stole at Brick Lane Market for a fiver. They are taking turnes to wear it tonight. Neil and Rob have just come to 'chill and listen to the music, you know?'
PROF Designers, artists, media employees, musicians,architects. fashion eployees, students, TV production staff, art students
CELEBS Jarvis Cocker, Manic Street Preachers, Orbital, Sid Owen, Robbie Williams, Happy Mondays, Coldplay, Vinnie Jones
DRESS Dressing down for this place is a time-consuming fine art. Band and logo t-shirts, Carhartt, TopShop, Nike, Addidas.
MUSIC House, Jazz, Funk, Techno, DJs, Thu-Sun
DOOR none
DRINKS Beer £2.10, Wine £2.40, Cocktail £4
FOOD Thai, Traditional British, £6
CARDS No Amex or Diners
CAPACITY 150, seating 50
HIRE
Venue: Yes
Private room: NO

Says it all.

I don't remember ever going in such a place to be honest! I'll ask my friend if I've ever been there, he's more likely to know than me.

[Eight Taiwanese Teenagers]

Bricklayers Arms is no good.

I am disappointed that no-one has said they would recognise me. Bastards.

If you see anyone with a moustache like this out and about, it must be me, so go and ask if they are a whore:

[Uncle TechTip]

I'm surprised you even leave the house.

[AMG]

I'm getting smashed at Old Street tonight.  Pop along if you want to see someone with bad skin, bad hair and bad teeth getting drunk.

Gah, I did that last week. So close.

[Huzzie]

I'm getting smashed at Old Street tonight.  Pop along if you want to see someone with bad skin, bad hair and bad teeth getting drunk.

Thanks to the way you started your sentence and the way you have described yourself, you will forever be Withnail in my head now.

[Huzzie]

None of you would recognise me (cept the cunt who took my pic out of my Soulseek file) cause you all still think I look like Rik Waller.

I would recognise you, because we've been for a pint together you hideous forgetful cunt.

I know that, I know that.

I meant Whores who are still unknown to me.

[aaaaaaaaaargh!]

I'm getting smashed at Old Street tonight.  Pop along if you want to see someone with bad skin, bad hair and bad teeth getting drunk.

Thanks to the way you started your sentence and the way you have described yourself, you will forever be Withnail in my head now.

:o)

Got home about an hour ago and I feel fucking awful.  If anybody here was walking down Waterloo Road at about 11:30 this morning and saw someone looking ashen faced throwing up in the gutter, that was me.  I am 28 and I am never drinking again this weekend.

[Lady Beaner]

Same goes for me if anyone saw a girly tripping up over the curb outside 'De Heims' dutch pub outside China Town at about 11pm last night.

I however, WILL be drinking again.

I think Timmay and Abbie saw me with my ex and family in China Town a few years ago. I remember one of them PMing me about it.

[My Giddy Aunt]

So my advice is, see a 'whore, go for it.

Add me to the list of people who see Muteki in the pub.