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;