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.