Bex and I.

This as I promised is Bex, she' stayed over last night it was nice, we watched Karl pilkington.

Yesterday consisted of waking up at about half 11, only to go for a rollie, make pasta and get shouted at by her big sister Ashleigh because she needed the kitchen to make mince and dumplings, who, like my sister, has the personality eqivalent to the devil. We then migrated upstairs and sat doing absolutely bot all for a good few hours.

Her friend Jess then had to leave and we lay about curled up together for about an hour, or 3, where she had a mental breakdown because she's not used to people caring about her. She's daft.

We then set off to my house, where we missed the bus, skipp;ed the metro, got a 20 quid fine and almost died.

Though on the plus side there was a generously drunk man who gave us a bottle of Lambrini before the bus journey, he was great, loving his life rocking to heavy metal, asking us how to get everything he wants in life, making a severely deep metaphor about how he can't have everything based on the fact that he wanted to put his headphones in but couldn't because he also wanted to talk to us. Aha. Bex then sat down and spilt his coffee and he started laughing hysterically, and he'd already been laughing at us blowing raspberries and using her pocket as a cup. Madness.