Mike's birthday celebrations were highly amusing, exciting, destructive and hazy. This morning Swan and I reminisced over the night before while Mike pulled his mattress out of the guttering, back through the velux window and into his room. Not that it was the only item that had been placed outside. Mike's shoes were somewhere in the garden too.

Last night was enjoyable. Due to an administrative error, we had ended up buying more alcohol than was required for such an event, and so after meeting Mike's Grantham mates, we ended playing Ring of Fire to some odd northern rules. Was still very funny and this entertained the house while guests came and went including Jono, Noel, Nature, Caz, Lauren and a few other familiars. Mike has made 'party bags' for us too, but I couldn't help but feel disappointed to find they only contained a jammy dodger.

Because of the rain we took taxis onto campus and Swan and myself managed to blag our way in on our old student cards. Almost instantly I ran into Dylan, the first of a handful of ex-coursemates I've not seen in over a year, including Cat and Justin. Sean and Tongy were both about too and the night disappeared fairly quickly over a few doubles. Swanny tells me.

The night ended with dancing and talking biscuits to alot of people.

After decorating Mike's room this morning and abusing his computer including his Facebook account, he eventually let his other friends go home (after demanding they stayed another day and hiding their train tickets) and we whiled a few hours away watching Family Guy, Futurama and ripping Mike quite a lot. Ah, the good old days.

I needed to be in the Lloyds bar on Broad Street in Brum at 2pm, so took the crammed train via Leicester. I ran into Paul on the platform and we ended up standing for the rest of the journey. After thinking the venue might have been changed for about five minutes, everyone else turned up and there were some fantastic discussions regarding 'interesting' alternatives to captchca with Ross and Gaz. We eventually moved on to get a 'handmade burger' at Brindley Place and then into the James Brindley (Multipack's private bar) for some pool. After making it perfectly clear how completely I have lost my ability on the table, the remaining stragglers bought one last pint at the Sports Cafe before heading home. Another good little meet up.

At Moor Street I ended up sitting next to an 80 year old lady who called me "a gentleman" after I put her on the right train. If only more elderly people had decent manners these days. We ended up discussing the Blitz and family history after I decided that, despite her owning a computer, she didn't have much to say on the topics of XSLT and captchca.

I have a large number of photos I need to sort out.