Last Night

What to say? I've spent the whole day feeling like someone has beaten me with a sack of melons, and most ofd the events that took place are no more than someone elses assurances for me. Allegedly at around 3am this morning jason donned a wig and began to pose for photos, while I snapped away saying 'yeah baby' like Austin Powers. This is the result.

The other potential blip was a half smoked cigarette in the back yard. It is notable because it is actually the filter than has been burned and smoked, whilst the other end has just slightly damp lip marks on it. Somehow I managed to smoke the entire furry filter before coughing manically when I hit the actual tobacco.

I think it's safe to say I was trolleyed. After leaving it 12 hours (asleep on the sofa dreaming about getting ready to go home) I awoke (disappointed to see the preparations for home I'd endure still needed doing) and suffered a two hour journey spanning just sixty miles. The A46 is majorly fucked up at the minute, and every idiot and his daughter was on the road. I had to offer a Skoda driver some advice on his skills through the medium of gesticulation. I even ended up doing a U turn in McDonalds because although I wanted food I wasn't prepared to sit ten deep in the drive through. No food is worth that.

I was informed of a bet last night as well. The conversation got around to me being single, and I was challenged to give a girl my phone number. I took up the challenge and after ten minutes trying to memorise my number I approached some random girl.

"Alright, would you like my number?"
"No."
"Oh."
"My friend might though"
"Works for me"
Her friend looks at me
"So do you want my number?"
"No."
"Fuck this"

I then approached my mate J (at this point not bare chested in a tranvestites wig) who said "How did it go".

"Badly"

I'm pretty sure that's how it panned out, at the time I was three vodka red bulls past intoxication.