That was possibly the most eventful night I've ever seen at Lufbra.

It was Rufio's birthday celebrations and to enter into the spirit of things, we all put on the prerequisite stripy tops and did our hair up in trademark yellow and red. The night started well, a few drinks on West 14 before heading down to the bar at 7.30pm. What Sean didn't realise was that we had booked him a stripper.

Now Sean loves being the centre of attention, but this was too much for him. Poor stripper. It was almost cringeworthy at times, but also very amusing. I don't envy anyone taking there clothes off who has to put up with a client like young Rufio.

So the night continued. There was a fair bit of alcohol flowing and by the time it came to heading out, we were all fairly drunk. Sean was absolutely hammered (Swan and I had discussed getting him a drink each, but in retrospect our decision not too was justified). Sean was in no state to get into the Union, and after barging his way out of the bar (through the bouncer, and therefore earing himself a ban) he left with Cat who was going to get him into the back door of the Union using her sport's sec pass.

It didn't work and Sean ended up in the queue with us. The only reason he got in was because he knew one of the bouncers on the Union door. Once inside it was a while until I saw him again. I spent most of the night wandering around doing my usual drunken thing. Flash and I headed over to the bar and picked up a couple of triple sambucas. This morning I've got a blister on the roof of my mouth though, as I think I might have left the Flaming bit of a Flaming Sambuca a couple of seconds too long.

Later that evening there were several notable events. Jono got nutted. Broken nose, blood everywhere. I find this absolutely disgusting as there was no need for this to ever spark off, and even worse it was a fight between friends (or at least hallmates) which could have been avoided had it not been for people acting on impulse. It's going to leave a nasty taste in quite a few mouths.

Also, Sean got chucked out the Union. I'm not going to elaborate on the reasons behind it, but when he got home he also found himself in trouble. I phoned him up this morning (under a alcoholic haze and still in a semi-drunken state) to tell him the list of people he owed apologies. Even for an Eddie he exceeded all expectations, going way beyond the call of duty. I think it's the first time at uni he has been genuinely embarrassed about his actions.

Apart from this, it was definitely an awesome night. I forgot how much I loved Wednesday nights.

This morning I peeled myself off my bed, grabbed a shower and turned up in the department for about half nine. Lectures all morning. To be fair on myself, I didn't get a hangover, even if concentration was a little flimsy, but I steered away from the workshop machinery until I'd fully sobered up. I'm happy with the ten fingers I have the way they are.

We also had a lecture on next year's options. I really am unsure what I'm going to do. I am soooo tempted to sack of the BSc course (which I have pursued for a year) and just do a BA. I know if I come out with a BSc it's going to be a low 2.1, but if I do the BA there is a good chance of a high 2.1, plus I'll have enjoyed it more. The ones I am really considering (BA modules) are Internet for Designers (I'll breeze it) and Entrepreneurship. I want to speak to a few people before I start filling out forms though.

I've got to crack on with work this afternoon. I don't know how we are going to get these boards printed in time....

This is truly hilarious. As I was reporting my last blog entry I received some breaking news, but until this morning I was unable to fully comprehend the scale of the event. DDS, my companion and IDT buddy, has become ginger. Now, you may think this is not a particularly special thing, until you actually witness the horror in it's full, violent self.

The story begins with his birthday a few nights back, when friends dyed it red. It didn't really work, but you could see a light tint. They never 'sealed' it either, which apparently is essential. Currin, in a desperate attempt to regain his dignity (and golden locks) decided to dye it blonde again. What a mistake. He is as yet undecided about what to do to solve the problem, and is currently sheepishly hiding under a cap.

Today further progress was made with the widget, and we tapped a three start triple helix screwthread onto the mould insert, which was as complicated as it sounds. We also made movements in the production of the point of sale unit. I am pleased with the way things are going, but there are still things to be done. As long as the road is as smooth as it has been I'm happy, despite the fact that at other half of the year handed in their projects today, which should be depressing me more than it is.

Tonight we are going out for Rufio's birthday. I am sitting here dressed as an 'Eddie' with dye in hair, stripy t-shirt and mandatory sweat band, which means it's time to go and make inappropriate comments to girls...