Despite not having anything better to do for the past two days, the reason the blog has been a little sparse is a direct correlation to the amount of alcohol floating around here. Being the final two days of term and the fact the the Swan had finished all his exams on Thursday (Devito the day before, but there wasn't a celebration as he was working that evening) I decided to go out.

During the day I had wondered into town in order to cross a number of outstanding things off my ever increasing list of Important Things To Do. The tasks accomplished included the following:

• Collecting my glasses/exam kit from Justin's house
• Buying a new shirt (impulse)
• Locating an iced coffee
• Stopping off for a quick chat with Fat Dave regarding French Cricket next year

We arrived at the 35 York Road Abode and were met with a frenzy of cleaning activity as the lads attempted to make the place look vaguely presentable before the landlord crucifies them when they hand the property over in the next week. When I say a frenzy, it would be better described as a distinct lull, as the most energetic effort was made by Fat Dave himself as he lay on the sofa watching the cricket and loosely sprayed Cillit Bang across the carpet from where he was. The action was masterful. While we were there we were also witness to the strange effect in the house where you can shout incredibly loud from the front room at people in the street, and remain hidden by the netted curtains. This gives a rather ethereal feel to the heckles which appear to come from nowhere and it is interesting the panicked reactions by unknown passers by as they try and fathom who is having a go at them and for what reason.

Psycho Steve and DDS demonstrated the water balloon technique which they have recently bee employing which provided much hilarity. DDS has a skylight in his room on one-side of the building, but with the clever positioning of a viewing mirror (so he doesn't get caught), Psycho can direct him to blindly throw the balloons over the roof of the house and the reports back to DDS about the success of the shot. this is repeated ad infinitum until the targets (e.g. some random people two gardens down) give up on revision outside on account of their notes being waterlogged.

I woke up this morning feeling fairly boozed still. It had been a funny night down at the Union/End of Term Party, and the fact I was feeling a little worse for wear didn't help things as I knew that in a matter of a few hours it would all start over again, just alot heavier and a lot more spread out.

The reason? Final Friday Fling. The one event of the Towers Social Calendar not to be missed. Saying that Rufio was in an exam, and had to dart off immediately after to fly to the States for the summer, and Broomy was working in the labs. Hilarity was provided with reminiscing over the previous nights events, including the fantastic bravado shown by Butts when squaring up to a bustop, punching it, and breaking his hand which by this time was in a cast. To be fair, it was bigger than him.

The drinking commenced straight after lunch, and the usual frivolities ensued. Most people got thrown into the paddling pool at some stage during the day, and all the alcohol disappeared after dinner (served on paper plates for comedy value) but it was a great way to end the year, and apart from a couple of upsets, everything stayed relatively friendly.

I came upstairs for a couple of hours sleep (despite the number of E numbers whizzing around my blood stream from all the alcopops) and did some work towards completing Jojo's present. Over the past couple of days I've made considerable progress on the Fresher Booklet and Fresher T-Shirt designs, however still neither are totally done. This must be completed tomorrow I have decided, as I have better things to do with my time now.

And so came the mandatory awards, and yet again I scooped the 'Too Clever For Towers' award, but with the added bonus of the 'Handy Andy' award, which I was pleased to find out came fully furnished with a bottle of scotch. That will sit on my shelf until I can face it again.

After all that we headed to the Union for the final FND of the year, and I was all to disappointed to find the place packed at the bars (which were incredibly understaffed) and absolutely baking hot. Tongy and Sammi were hovering about, as were quite a lot of Towers, but after two drinks I decided I'd had enough and a number of us left after just half an hour.

Outside Towers a gathering built and over the three hours I was sat outside on the benches there was quite a lot in the way of high spirits, high jinx and occasional emotional tears from those who found it all a little too much. Most people don't seem to be too bothered about leaving the place; but for the finalists it can be a little overwhelming that this really is 'the end'. Flash had departed midday on the promise of returning later in the week, and it was good to see Cookie who had come back up with Kerry (after an absence of almost exactly one year).

The drunken playing soon turned a bit more heavy unfortunately, and after one boxer-ripping wedgie (reciprocated back to the Swan), a torn shirt and Mike passing out with me putting him to bed I decided to call it a night. Unfortunately we decided to visit the now dormant Mike in his room for one final visit, which escalated to turning his face into an acrylic masterpiece, dowsing him in cups of water and eventually him attempting to rugby tackle the Swan, but missing and taking out the lift. Of course, the lift was a bit more heavy duty than Mike, and we had to carry the wincing hulk back to his room where he dufully vomited and is looking forward to one hell of a bruise tomorrow.

An eventful day, which was much fun, but did have a few unfortunate consequences. The next few days are going to be critical to me clearing my mess before heading home; physically and virtually. My room is state and I have so much in the way of projects to either complete or start before the summer that I'm going to have to go at the lot full throttle. This isn't going to be made easy by the fact that it is currently 3:37am, I can see the sun rising and I'm still considerably boozed/high on aspartame.

Tomorrow's going to be interesting.

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