Yes, that's how I spent Saturday night. Much merriment ensued, especially when we realised that most of the people in the club were wearing similar attire to Mjohnson, and clearly he had many followers.
On the way home, at around 2.30am, we staggered past a fudge shop, and Oirish Caroline noticed that there was somebody inside. Convinced it was a burglar, and eager to receive a 'citizen of the year' award and a special mention on Crimewatch, she decided to confront him. And have her picture taken with him.
Turns out, the fudge burglar was in fact an employee, who had spent the evening getting drunk, and then returned to the shop, hungry for sugar in it's most sickening form. In the spirit of inebriation, he offered us the biggest bag of fudge we were ever likely to see. We accepted, and followed him inside to marvel at the dexterity of his tongs as he flipped every flavour imaginable into a plastic bag, handed it over and stated 'I'm probably going to get fired for this.'
