So I saw two obvious juicers stepping out of nandos the other night. They were already tanked up and smelling like fried chicken. Walked behind them to same club. They were boasting to each other about how they would 'own the club' and how they were up there with yaboydave in pulling legend status. Enter club. They looked worse for wear and we're downing bottles before hitting the dance floor where they drunkenly hit on every group of chicks there. Having had no luck one then stepped behind an Indian chick while the other took a photo quickly, which nearly ended in a fight when she objected to her boyfriend. The two pissed up juicers then left and were seen in the local kebab shop after closing time. One of them had a mac on, but instead of inspector Cousteau maybe it's inspector clueless?