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Day 29th of the month of September... CONTINUED

Dear Diary farm, tonight we enjoyed a selection of fine drinks. Including Amarettooooo, stella, cider, and one other firey stick of joy. This really lightened the mood, as we consumed the magical firey stick of joy after a tiresome game of rounders/cricket (in the dark, at 1am).

The room, all so hazy... the mind, all so clear. Thanks for joining me with my thought of the day.


FLASHBACK

3 Hours Earlier in the flat 163.

We had a lovely conversation in the kitchen earlier today, so I thought it important to share the news.

Thorougoods. You may have heard of it by passing folk on the pavement. You may even have been inside a Thorougoods store recently. Well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. We are now proud to announce, that we have discovered a flaw, a fault, a damn shambles within this established corner shop naming itself 'Thorougoods'. Thats right... ITS NOT SPELT CORRECTLY!
I believe the correct manner of speaking this written word is this; 'Thoroughgoods'. Although, we did come to the all important conclusion that spelt correctly, 'Thoroughgoods' looks weird, and like people wouldn't know how to pronounce it. So, on this occasion we may let this establishment off, otherwise it would be speed dial 1 to Watch Dog's number!


What an amazing discovery, now I'll get back to the latest news...

Well, Since Sam Wrote on this blog, he went to bed, and he missed the most utterly amazing viral video of ALL TIME! Myself and Dan recorded a video of ourselves on my phone, and well, lets just say its catchy. Check it out in a following blog post (Above). I hope to see everyone doing it very soon!

After that, we made more tea, created a tea song for children, to encourage them to drink more tea like good little boys and girls. So that went well, This also, will be posted on a blog somewhere above this one.

Currently, as I type these very words that you read before you now at this very moment in time, well, Daniel William Jones is asleep behind me. Sam Griffin Holden is now dreaming of all the new places he has visited without even knowing it (see facebook... Facebook raped). And I am still typing... still... still... now I've stopped.dot.

Love and Kisses,
Stephen

Day 29th of the month of September. (The first and last September of the year)

Good evening fellow companions, Sam here! We greet you tonight on this fine evening and hope you are alive. I am currently here with Ste Melling and Dan Jones. We have been drinking for a short amount of time and we decided to update this blog in our present state. Tis not a good idea.

Just to inform you of the current situation, Dan is half-awake on his bed. He keeps asking where Rich is. I must remind you that Rich has not been here tonight.

Actually I might update this later on because my fingers just cannot find the keys.

Live long and prosper.

Sam.

Day 26 in September month

My Birthday day.

On the day of my birthday I went to meet Charlotte in the city of Manchester. We got a fruitilicious dinner ('lunch' for all you Southerners). This is an important fact, as this is when Charlotte and I started beverage-ing.

Later that day loads and loads of people came dressed in all kinds of colourful fabric. Suddenly, the night flashed before my eyes and before anyone knew it, it was the next day and we were all left remembering some amazing times.

"Cant believe I've drunk THIS much jager!" - Charlotte

"This drink tomorrow is gonna come out in a big poo" - Charlotte

"Mr Whippy poo" - Charlotte

"You should join the RAF" - Random guy who challenged Matt Woods to Chin ups (Matt Destroyed him)

"Did we get pizza?!" - Stephen

"I don't know how we got home" - Dan Jones

"When we get home lets drink the rest of the jager" - Dan Jones and Charlotte



Wow, what have I started here then... Post any pics, quotes and comments below.

Thank you everyone that came, love to you all...

Not sure what date/day it is...

This is the second time I am attempting to create a new post. I just accidentally deleted the last one. It wasn't the best of moments.

Anyway, hello folks! It feels like a long time since I last posted, and I hope you are all in high spirits. Tonight has been a fun night and hopefully my description of it will grab you by the eyeballs and keep you enthralled.

So... where to begin. Ahh, I know... Ste returned today. Young Stephen, for those of you who don't know, had been climbing Ben Nevis for 4 days. Yeah, it took him longer than most normal people but Ste is special. So yeah, Ste returned, we decided to drink and eventually made our way to my Media classmates' house. When we arrived, we proceeded to join in the old 'Ring of Fire' game. In my opinion, it was superb and many a people ended up being drunk, including me.

After the game, we played frisbee outside for a bit until Ste bushed the frisbee. I don't believe Dan was happy about this and even less happy when I threw him in the thorny hell bush. I found it amusing though and that's all that matters.

Unfortunately, despite our recovery attempts, we never got the frisbee back and instead invited our scouse friend Rich round. Just to make this clear, I don't mean we invited Rich because we lost our frisbee, they aren't on the same level. Obviously the frisbee is better =) Now, Richie, despite his disadvantageous scouse blood, is actually a lovely, young fellow. He is currently engaged in conversation with Ste and Dan in our kitchen. Why is Sam not there too? You ask. Well the answer my friends is because I am updating you on the very situation that you enquire about. Shit this has just got really, bloody confusing.

I'm going to end this post now, it's just turned into a ridiculous page of shite.

It was nice speaking to you guys again though, keep your eyes and ears out for new updates, hopefully they will be more witty than this.

Love, Sam.

Flat Session, Pav Session & Computer Chair Chaos.

The first Pav Tuesday back was a success, I think. Not sure how long we actually stayed, but I know we got there pretty late.

We kicked off with a 'few' drinks in the flat with; Sam, Nicole (& Friend*), Terri (& Boyfriend*), Siobhan and Simon. Nice bit of banter for hours and hours in the kitchen and then we decided to head out across the field - Sam was ILL though and therefore decided to have a rest (probably a wise thing to do, but ya know..)

2x Carlsberg £1.50 Pints and table full of chatty people made the Pav bearable - however, my night took a nose dive when I was basically set upon by a horrid bunch of folk, spearheaded by Simon Yates.. Before I knew what was happening, I was stood holding valiantly onto my boxers with my shorts round my ankles - They had pulled my pants down with considerable effort.

After the high fiving and cheering had died down, I went back to the bar to collect my thoughts. This is when I saw a vodka shot to the right of me and a childlike Simon Yates telling me to 'drink it and don't be soft'. I refused, but did agree to maybe drink it at the table. As it turned out, it was merged with an existing drink I had in my hand and the near fatal event was averted.

Bit of a blurry part here but then Annie, Anna & Gemma came over to say hello. Bit more blurry and then Annie went for a wee.. She never came back.

Walked across a field and was back in the flat. Not sure why, but me and Yates had a relay race with the computer swivel chairs. The rules were simple;

Player 1 takes the first flight of stairs, backwards.
Player 2 must reach out his/her hand in order for Player 1 to 'tag' them.
Player 2 then takes the 2nd flight of stairs.
Whilst this is happening, Player 1 must reach 3rd flight of stairs before player 2 finishes his flight.
The aim is to complete the flight of stairs.

Lots of noise and laughter later we decided to return the chairs back to the kitchen area - only for the worst case scenario to happen.. 2 chairs ÷ 1 doorway = CRASH! Bodies everywhere wounded and disorientated mangled up in the wreckage of the red swivel tilt chairs.

Went to sleep, with the lovely sound of classical music - Yates slept on the floor..

But, there is more;

Unknown to myself, Si had gone to the toilet and upon the return to his sleeping bag, he had become confused. He stood knocking and knocking at a locked door - nobody was answering. He tried again. Eventually, there was an answer and so he walked in mumbling about why the door was locked and stop being an idiot. To his horror, his sleeping equipment had gone.. Literally gone! The space were they should have been was empty.

He looked up and saw Sam's face and brilliantly exclaimed; 'You're not Danny!'


The horrific scenes of carnage after what can only be described as one of the worst crashes of all time;

Mr Khan will help you out, no problem.

Well last night was fun!

Started the night with Cider in Salford, ended it with Wine in Manchester. I do believe Sam and I had a jolly good time and I'm pretty sure Simon and Lauren did too..

Although, Lauren fell asleep in the excitement of it all.

Ended up getting into town in 'Mr Khan's' taxi - don't worry, he will help you out.. no problem. Nice guy as well, chatty as owt, but at certain points, I think he should let the passengers talk.

Got into town, nice bit of Rose from Spar and a Magic Bus (wasn't actually, it was a stagecoach) to Fallowfield and then onto Laurens house. Took the piss out of a Yorkshire, made Simon uncomfortable with humour and had a jolly old laugh at Lauren.

Can't remember any more yet and the Wine-over hasn't kicked in yet - but I am listening to Glenn Miller. (on edit, it's changed to Simon & Garfunkel)

I think (well, it's a theory) Sam will contribute in a bit - but he's still asleep I reckon. In fact, I'd like to bet 21 pence that he still is!

Pav tonight with the flat people as well, so that should be utterly brilliant!

More to come, stay tuned folks..

Sunday: A Day of Rest?

Well last night was pretty fun. Anna and Annie moved in yesterday and so we decided, to once again, drink. Sadly though, Ste had to go up a mountain in Scotland, so he couldn't feel the force.

Emma and Eddie came round for a slice of the fun and we ended up playing some cool card games in our kitchen - not a clue which ones at this point because I can't remember. Anna and her artistic (autistic) cronies joined the fun a little later on and then some more randomers from a flat below us (i think) jumped on board.

Played ring of fire with them all and that was me out for a duck really - just too much cheap cider. The guys from the other night came round and this time one of them wasn't sick in our sink - which was ace.

A guy with a can in his name was being a tart, trying to take my pan outside.. I told him to put it back and he told me to chill man.. He also broke my cup and generally was a bit of a tit really.

I married Callie as well last night - people said she was too small, but I laughed them off and I'm glad I did. Although, by the end of the night she had disappeared, much like a small child does running between their parents legs. Corby also has a train station now.

Eddie and I chatted and chatted about things, sometimes we chatted in the toilet - sometimes we chatted in the kitchen. What I do know is, those were good chats, old chap.

It's 9:49am and I'm up. Not a clue why, but my room is bloody warm and I feel pretty rough to be honest. Beard is growing well also.

Off to the Rugby tonight to watch the mighty Wigan. Over and out.

Day 3 - Salford Uni. Location: Flat.

Shortly after the previous post, we went to the kitchen and indulged in mass drinking and food making. The highlight was Ste's repeated attempts to make toast. It doesn't sound difficult but he managed to burn about 8 slices throughout the entire night, which is award deserving I think.

Well anyway, we did end up going to the Pav last night which was basically the same as sitting in the flat. Except they had more alcohol, that was expensive.

We came back after an hour or so and proceeded to knock on all the flat doors in our block, which fortunately encouraged people to come and join us in our kitchen. They had beer, so that was a bonus. We sat and chat and drank for a good while until one of them, Tom, became incapacitated which we quickly took advantage of by pouring water on him.

After a while we moved him back down to his flat and put him in the shower. I must remind you, he was fully clothed and partially awake and we just sprayed him with water and shower/hair gel, toothpaste, whatever we could find. It was absolutely fantastic. I eventually returned to the flat to sleep and Dan and Ste followed up.

Well, thats all I can remember anyway.

Sayonara.

Sam

Well and Ste have just come back from a party. some nice people there- but we got Sam some nice piece of woods, like two pieces. I'm sure he'll like them. Buried them in his bed - Suppose we'll find out how pissed off he is in the morning.

Day 2 - Salford Uni. Location: Flat, possibly Pav later.

Ste has moved in today and thus completed our trio. Also, we encountered a lady inhabitant and she mentioned that her and her 2 friends have all moved in together.

To celebrate this momentous occasion we have begun drinking Boddingtons as it was rather successful last night. Furthermore, if we can be bothered, we will venture to the Pav and have a jolly good time.

Wish our livers luck.

Sam.

Day 1 - Salford Uni. Location: Flat.

Dan & I have just moved into our lovely little flat. We are currently it's only occupants.

In order to pass the time and initiate this drinking year we are going to crack open the Boddingtons.

Cheers.

P.s. Is anyone actually reading this?