I've just got back from home. Jon drove me back and we had lengthily discussions about polo and then coursework, which the latter is driving me insane. I had a project, but now I have no confidence in it. I am basically trying to design a box, or at least that is what it could easily turn out like. I cannot pursue something I don't truly believe in, but with the proposal report due in on Thursday, I'm waiting on a sheer miracle.

Last night I went to Tom's for his 21st birthday. Black tie and marquees; I took a bottle of champers and upon arrival sampled the local beer on offer. Good stuff. Considering I haven't been out in over a week (the Friday before last) I came away from the event pretty sober. It was a good chance to see some people. Darwus was there, as was Donk, Ozzie, Tim Snelson and Tom (naturally). All the folks were there too - all enjoying the alcohol as much as the younger ones would be a tactful euphemism for them all being as drunk if not drunker than us.

Mrs D (James' mum) was shocked when I tried to flog her 200 cigarettes, so I sold them to James instead. Everyone was also rather keen to know how 'the business' was going. Most people appear to think I've already made my first million, unfortunately nobody has given me the bank account number for this mystery money yet.

Also present were Chris (Tom's younger brother), Ryan Reese, James Evitts, Si Chambers (Donk's younger brother), Louise (Donk's older sister) and plenty of Tom's elder relations. I'm not quite sure how they took Donk's (very, very risqu� amusing) after dinner speech about his mate, but I was in hysterics. Also one of Tom's mates from Manchester got incredibly drunk and was not only was coming on to one of the 65 year old guests (hanging on with his arm around her neck), but also when she said she didn't know what he meant when he started saying "...effing this..." and "...effing that..." he was more than happy to substitute in the real words for her.

Now I'm back in Lufbra trying to sort out my bag of stuff and iron out the creases caused by my housemates on my MSN. The bastards.