Does exactly what it says on the bottle

I bought a bottle of pomegranate juice earlier. It sounded exciting. It didn't taste very nice though. It tasted like pomegranates.

Last night we went out into York. We went for a Thai dinner and then headed into the town centre. Strangely York seemed much rowdier than Newcastle had seemed the previous week. That's not right. Once away from the river however the numbers of pissed-up idiots declined to a more manageable level.

After a spell upstairs in Victor J's, we headed to 1331 for Claire's 30th birthday party. None of us had the faintest idea who Claire was but we knew the DJ and this was just about sufficient for us to get in and not be evicted by the bouncers. The party featured a very entertaining, fine example of dad-dancing.

Then it was home time. Like we used to have at school, but later and a bit more drunk.