Hey ho, been a few days since the last entry. The reason being I have been absolutely shitfaced since Friday night for the SG meet up.
Friday was a good time, although slightly disorientating to the pisshead that is me since so many people were there. Of course there were the fellow SG'ers, more sober than I no doubt, from the initial meet up in the Worlds End and then onto Wagamama (however the bloody hell it's spelled) and then meeting with my very drunk girlfriend, Cavelle, at Camden Station, she brought a lot of her mates along. I got the full search by security at the Underworld, bastards must of thought I was a dishevelled drug dealer or something. At least no rubber gloves were involved
for which I am thankful cos the twat bouncer was built like a brick shithouse. My mates turned up from the Demons Night in South Harrow around about 12 just as pissed as I was. Yay, and there was much rejoicing. Steve promptley attached himself to my girlfriends mate Alex, reminiscent of a rhemoraz and a shark, poor sod. Mind you, it was understandable in view of Alex's skimpy see-thru trousers. It was an impressive view. I see the full moon arising and all that 
I wandered between groups getting more drunk. Got home about 4ish and carried on drinking. Steve and Alex crashed on my sofa, nudge nudge wink wink say no more 
They just talked, I really believed them.
Steve and Alex stayed most of Saturday. We watched films, had beer and crisps for breakfast (Well, 5 hours sleep and we were still drunk: It seemed a good idea at the time) Watched Resident Evil and Rat Race.
Carried on the boozathon on Sunday by drinking up around a mates house and watching Zombie films. Wild Zero and Braindead and bloody good they were too. I feel half bloody dead now, but at least I earned it. Moral: Whatever, lets get pissed.
Edit: 9pm. Steve just rang, I'm off down the Timber Carriage for more booze. 4 days and counting. More brain cells to kill, will get back to all the posting when I'm back. Slainte mhor!
Edit: 12.00am. Wahey! Got 9 questions on the pub quiz. Combined my team came third. Got drunk again. Help. I can hardly see the fucking screen. It took 15 minutes to type this properly. I kicked Steve's bloody arse at pool. Joy. Now I'm listening to the Transplants very loudly. Good thing I have no neighjbours cos my stereo would blast the buggery bollocks out of them. My nice old 230 watt speakers. Bless their little cotton socks.
Friday was a good time, although slightly disorientating to the pisshead that is me since so many people were there. Of course there were the fellow SG'ers, more sober than I no doubt, from the initial meet up in the Worlds End and then onto Wagamama (however the bloody hell it's spelled) and then meeting with my very drunk girlfriend, Cavelle, at Camden Station, she brought a lot of her mates along. I got the full search by security at the Underworld, bastards must of thought I was a dishevelled drug dealer or something. At least no rubber gloves were involved
for which I am thankful cos the twat bouncer was built like a brick shithouse. My mates turned up from the Demons Night in South Harrow around about 12 just as pissed as I was. Yay, and there was much rejoicing. Steve promptley attached himself to my girlfriends mate Alex, reminiscent of a rhemoraz and a shark, poor sod. Mind you, it was understandable in view of Alex's skimpy see-thru trousers. It was an impressive view. I see the full moon arising and all that I wandered between groups getting more drunk. Got home about 4ish and carried on drinking. Steve and Alex crashed on my sofa, nudge nudge wink wink say no more They just talked, I really believed them.
Steve and Alex stayed most of Saturday. We watched films, had beer and crisps for breakfast (Well, 5 hours sleep and we were still drunk: It seemed a good idea at the time) Watched Resident Evil and Rat Race.
Carried on the boozathon on Sunday by drinking up around a mates house and watching Zombie films. Wild Zero and Braindead and bloody good they were too. I feel half bloody dead now, but at least I earned it. Moral: Whatever, lets get pissed.
Edit: 9pm. Steve just rang, I'm off down the Timber Carriage for more booze. 4 days and counting. More brain cells to kill, will get back to all the posting when I'm back. Slainte mhor!
Edit: 12.00am. Wahey! Got 9 questions on the pub quiz. Combined my team came third. Got drunk again. Help. I can hardly see the fucking screen. It took 15 minutes to type this properly. I kicked Steve's bloody arse at pool. Joy. Now I'm listening to the Transplants very loudly. Good thing I have no neighjbours cos my stereo would blast the buggery bollocks out of them. My nice old 230 watt speakers. Bless their little cotton socks.
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