Beer Pong

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Miranda has annoyed me yet again over this flat thing. She's been pestering Caro all week to put in the formal "we're leaving" email so she can put the flat back on the rental market.

Which is FINE, but as we hadn't actually confirmed we had somewhere to move to yet, it felt a bit effing PREVIOUS. 

So after we confirmed on Thursday, Caro finally sent the email. And NOW Miranda immediately wants to take pictures because, hey, we're not busy enough without having some @rse with a camera come trampling through. 

Oh, and we have to be tidy, which is not easy when you're trying to pack your life up in boxes.

Consequently, Caro went a bit nuts with the hoover today. As for me, I decided to contribute by getting rid of old beer bottles. 

You may remember this occasion when I made beer with Tiger and Joshua. Now you probably know that I'm not bothered about beer. I'll drink it, but I'm not that fussed. I'm more of a wine and whisky* person.

So the bottles have just sat there and sat there. About a year ago, Caro tried to open one - 

WHOOOOOOOSH!!!

All over HER. All over the kitchen WALL. All over the FLOOR.

It was like a beer grenade went off. She was MOST displeased. Although she did have a nice odour of hops about her for about a month.

So today I was very nervous about it. In the end, I decided the best option was to get naked and open the beer in the shower. Yes. This is my life now. 

I opened the first one and - 

KA-BLAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!

It was like firing a bazooka. It just went OFF. The force was so great it ripped the opening mechanism right off the bottle. Hence today's picture.

I had to do that five more times. It was quite scary and I wondered about the rationale in doing it naked. Yes, I was in the shower with the water running to get rid of the beer smell, but on the other hand, ricochet. I considered wearing a cup.

You'll be glad to hear however, that I managed to open all the bottles and to get rid of all the beer without losing a bollock.  

So a job well done. Now I am clean. And sober. 

S.

* Mixed up in a big bucket, with a dash of port.