After sacking off the DVD down at Broomy's (which wasn't what I wanted to do) I met Jim over at his and we walked into town. Most of The Course had been in JC's all afternoon and we were greeted with a swathe of positively deathly faces in Orange Tree.

Despite a fairly good turnout the vibe wasn't particularly lively, and although I knew everyone well, not all of the people I were hoping to see were there. After two drinks (and feeling totally stone cold sober) I wasn't really getting into the swing of the night (and by the looks of things I wasn't the only one). DDS, Benji and Psycho made an appearance for a quick one, but after that I decided to call it quits.

I was fairly sure it would be hard work to have a really good night and even after coming inside and seeing that more people had shown up, the last glimmer of hope flickered out when Psycho went to the bar to buy me a drink and found it was closed. After this it was fairly clear that next stop was going to be somewhere I didn't want to go e.g. Pulse, and considering that I was only contemplating going there originally was because I thought I was going to be drunk, the night lost all sense of appeal.

We went to 35 York Road.

Benji showed me the tape from Twickers (his infamous try) and then we had a social in Dave's room. It was at this point I realised that this is exactly what I wanted to be doing on my birthday, and I had an enjoyable night.

I headed back at about 2am and soon received a text from Mike instructing me that I was not allowed to go to sleep until he arrived back. Incidentally it's a good thing I ignored him as he didn't turn up until 5.30am when he bolted into my room and presented me with a bottle of JD's. A birthday present! Wow. That's how I'd like them all to be delivered - with some element of surprise and a story to tell as well.

Mike had bought the bottle earlier in the evening and had kept it in his back pocket all night, avoiding the bouncers as he went from place-to-place. He had txt me from a girl's house (where he had ended up), assuring me of the delivery of my present soon. At 5am he sacked of his night's conquest and proceeded to Towers where he ceremoniously presented me with my gift, explaining that JD's is not in fact a whiskey, but a liqueur. Not only a social passing, but also an academic visit.

This morning (once again) I arose shockingly late, woken only by the cleaner at 12.50pm. This was despite my clock being set for 10am. I stumbled through food, briefly was visited by DDS and Psycho and then after giving them their instructions for the day, gave Sammi a lecture on life.

And now there is the quandary of tonight. Apparently the lads think it would be really good for me to go out. Hmmm. A good concept and a good chance I'm going to feel hungover tomorrow.

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