Long nights, hard times, everything that makes you feel tired, I think i gotta get away from you.

Lately, I suck at two things.
1) Updating my blog more than once a week.
2) Having happy post titles. The happiest one in the whole page was from The Strokes "Heart In A Cage", that being after seeing them. Anyway, on with the post, another bullet pointed one as I still don't feel in the mood for doing much, especially sociable shit, and at the moment blogging is counted as sociable.

• Friday was a most excellent evening, as it was miss kate davis' birthday (soon to be mrs kate whittle if me and mike have anything to do with it). We first went to beefeater, with me and innes combining to spill beer on kate (innes can hit by my bag), though luckily she had time to go home and change. We ate expensive food and innes made a fool of himself and embaressed me by flirting with the waiting and exploding baloons. Stupid house elf.
  
• After the meal me and innes went outside the restaurant to catch up with many of the already drunk people, ended up chatting shit about how much life sucks. The conversation concluded that we needed to drink more beer, and this we did with expertise.
• We arrived at kates half an hour or so later, laden with extra alcohol, and I continued with my "get wasted" mission. it was met with great success as I again played on the bus, and this time i was "on the bus" meaning I had to drink lots of alcohol. After an excellent evening of jeff making a prat of himself and other hilarious events, I headed home with ragav and john, and while walking down tudor way one of them pushed me over a small wall, after which i discovered how my motor functions were severly impaired. After that...I don't remember much. I don't remember getting home, but I do know that I arrived at home with all my limbs and possessions, which I always see as a good thing. And thus saturday arrived.
• Saturday I did FUCKING BOLLOCKS SHIT in hockey, playing 2 games, losing both and sucking in both. I would like to blame it on my hangover, but I really had no hangover. I just sucked. The evening was spent down the Titch in ickenham celebrating richy c's bday and also at sauls, but I decided not to get drunk due to a major U18s game the next day.
• For the third time on the weekend, I lost a game of hockey. However, the first team coach said I played well, which makes me very happy. For a short while anyway.
  

Theres only one thing left to say, and that is a very happy (and belated) birthday to my gangsta friend, mr ricardo colenzo, or as he is more commonly known, richy c. Unfortunately the life size 2pac doll got lost in the post, so your other present should be arriving soon. For now, heres a few photos.




And finally, an advanced happy birthday to a miss jennifer, who will be receiving her present tommorow. Well, sort of, anyway. Photos of jenni will be coming next week, after I get plenty of photos of her drunk this friday.