All entries for February 2006
February 19, 2006
This was in the paper today… It wold be quite funky if you needed a uniform for a dressing up night! Disposal Services Agency
Jon has already decided that he wants a jump jet and a destroyer for his birthday…
February 18, 2006
Oh yes, it's that time again when I will do absolutely anything to distract myself from the evil-ness that is my Poetry and Society essay. Yuck. Soooo, training was quite a good distraction, by the way, ace turn-out today troops! And excellent random incorperation of handcuffs into the incident. I'm still not sure where they appeared from…
So… entertain me. Stun me with fantastic facts or confuse me (not difficult) with film quotes. Only, no more knock knock jokes. Please.
February 05, 2006
They are evil and that's all I'll say on the matter. Except to say sorry to the rest of the A Team, once again.
All in all, it wasn't a great comp, since I spend much of it holding on to people… the spinal in the dry and Jon with a broken collar bone in the wet. My swim and tow was quite good though.
On more interesting matters, the social was ace! We had two bottles of Corkey's on the way to the pub, one of which was yummy apple sourz flavoured, and then I got wonderfully trashed. Walkabout was ace and we even had apple sourz there, woop! And they played Mr Brightside… which was brilliant! The costumes were pretty fantastic, we were cops and robbers…
Here's Stu look smooooth as ever!
Also, I appear to have aquired Unidentifiable Drinking Injuries and it feels like someone's punched me and given me a black eye! Granted, not as obvious as Stu and Simon's black eyes this morning, but it really hurts!
February 01, 2006
So I have a hangover. This is largely due to the fact that Jon made me drink half a bottle of red wine whilst I was in the bath, getting ready to go out, but also due to the fact that Jean got LOADS of alcohol and put it all in cocktails and then (sort of) forced me to drink lots of it! Also, the fact that Jean had got enough pasta to feed the five thousand did not take the edge off my drunkenness…
By the time we got to Sarah’s, Vodka Jelly seemed like a really good idea… and having it poured down my throat by Jean seemed just as sensible.
Mirage was fun, it was nice and quiet and it was a good night all round.
However, this morning, despite sticking to Stu’s patented “drink four pints of water before you go to bed” hangover prevention routine, my head was killing me and standing up was a dangerous activity that I did not want to attempt.
I, being the intelligent person that I am, decided it would be a good idea to go to the gym. Mmm, I feel RUBBISH! I just want to go hoooome!!!