Despite my best efforts to avoid spending any more money before I go home on Saturday, I went out last night. The final Monday night out at Echos this year.

It was a good Towers gathering considering there are but a handful of people left here - Devito left yesterday, and that means it's just me, Mike and Swanny plus extras. We've also spent some time with Slimy Tom and Little Steve, playing drinking games up in the common room before we headed out. It's been a while since we've done that and I'd forgotten how much I enjoy them; it's all down to that damn Playstation and ProEvo.

I've started to panic about the amount of money I have/need. We've got the first payment on the house coming up on the 1st July; a cool £845, which clearly is a blow to the the bank balance. That is especially true when you consider that I'm not going to be living there for most of the time I've paid for, but there's not much getting around that.

Today I've mostly been confined to my quarters trying to sort out a multitude of little things. I'm trying to crack this photo gallery design in Flash (Actionscripting. Urgh.) and also fiddling around with the freshers shirts (which I recall thinking I'd knocked on the head). DDS and Benji also made an appearance before they disappeared off home, and I followed DDS into town for some food, making the final visit to the 35 York Road Abode before his brother Joe showed up to take him back to Derbyshire.

The Mullerices are still piled high, however I am making a considerable dent in the supply. I chomp my way through them while trying to burn CDs, talk to friends, entertain visitors and worry about rice pudding overload. All this is being done to the backdrop of the James Blunt album, Back to Bedlam which I'm really appreciating right now. Also cycling through my playlist is a bit of Chemical Brothers, Jack Johnson, Donavan Frankenreiter, Gorrilaz and Ben Harper's cover of Strawberry Fields. All that and the Foos of course, I couldn't do summer without it.

After only 4 hours sleep last night I'm feeling a little on the tired side. An early night maybe?

Once again I find myself drifting through a day with little in the way to show of progress, albeit enjoyable. Most people appear to have departed the tower now, and I am actually unsure who is and who isn't still left inhabiting the penthouse apartments.

I knocked fresher t-shirts on the head,did some more 'spring' cleaning, watched the last couple of episodes of Lost for a second, then third time around (Mike, Swan and Devito still hadn't completed the set) and eventually headed out for Sunday night drinks in the town.

It was the first time I'd seen Broomy in a few days, and it was nice to go down to Lloyds then VV for a few quiet ones with him, Lorretta and the rest of the remaining crew. This was especially good since Ryan is off tomorrow and that just leaves us lot until Friday; the 'dregs' of the Tower as Mike puts it.

The night ended with us perched in a tree whispering 'The Others are coming! The Others are coming!' at passing Towers folk. Although the humour may not be immediately apparent to all, this Lost inspired mockery was tipsily amusing, although it looks like it has caused further drunken clothing damage, namely to my shirt.

I have managed to spend a considerable amount of dollar in the past day. My card has been on overdrive with eighty quid worth of computer upgrade (memory and fans), frenchcricket.co.uk (my own little project) not to mention the eating/drinking costs.

Thankfully the eating cost is being subsidised by the ample amount of Mullerice I now possess and which I am wading through, however I am likely to detest the stuff by the end of the week. Brunch is still keeping me full in the morning, but fry-ups are not my favourite meal and that also will begin to wear on me. Dinner was more of an adventure; the remainder of the food left from the BBQ yesterday done on the George Foreman which turned out pretty successfully. By that I mean none of us have gone down with food poisoning yet. Fingers crossed.

Other bits of information about the day include:

• Devito burning us all with recently extinguished matches
• The sweltering humidity
• A considerable selection of new music
• Abuse from Giles in VV (will have to demand compensation)
• Contacting Tongy about getting the ball rolling with his website

Apart from all this, the day has been like every other Sunday. Oh yeh, I forgot Father's day. i'm going to have to ring home and apologise tomorrow.

Today has been brilliant. Although I can't say much has been done in the way of constructive progress, the superb weather merited spending the whole day outside eating strawberries, soaking up the sun, firing up BBQs and socialising with the remaining people of Towers.

I woke late-ish and after a shower, some brunch and applying the final touches to Jo's present, Devito, the Swan and myself went down to West 10 to present it to her. I was really chuffed that she was so genuinely pleased with it - although we haven't seen her as much as we used to (since we finished committee there has been less opportunity to mix with our fellow team members) it's nice to know we are all still such strong friends. This also goes for Waddle whom we more or less spent the whole day with. Being Duffy's 21st it was a cause for celebration, and most of the remaining tower residents piled out onto the grass outside the bar for a day of laziness, kick abouts and time wasting.

Although we had intended on getting our dinner from the bar (pasta probably) it ended up that the BBQ was too stronger temptation and we headed down to Sainsbury's to pick up supplies. After stuffing ourselves, Nick turned up with several dozen crates of Mullerice, which we dutifully accepted and split between us. The fridge on our floor is now packed with 36 pots of yellow rice pudding, and there are another 24 in my room. Either I've got to go on a donation spree or put on considerable amounts of pudding-induced weight in the next five days.

During the day a cool breeze kept the oppressive humidity away, but now the sun has set and a definite stickiness has descended upon the Tower. I have a feeling trying to get to sleep tonight may not be as easy as I would like.

On a more positive note, I'm really getting into the swing of doing nothing. This is what summers are made for...

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.

On the first true summery day since I finished my exams last Friday, things are looking up. Not only is there a vague chance of a suntan, but I've found true progress in French Cricket, my choice of dissertation/major project, the Lufbra Rugger Logo Design and various other odds and ends.

I am in a good mood. Food is once more going to be at Linford tonight in an attempt to escape the pathetic escapade that Towers meals has become, and it looks like it's going to be a good night out down at the union as the vast majority of people have finished now or are finishing today.

The last things left to complete today are the submission of the fresher t-shirt design, paying in the cheques and cash for French Cricket and distributing the shirts that arrived today. I'm well chuffed with the result; I wish that ours had been so tidy. I might order one at some stage if I have to put a second order in (which Nick assures me will have a turnaround of just over a day now he's got it all sorted).

I'm just glad things are going well. I'm looking forward Final Friday Fling which promises to be a fantastic day (like last year). Jono is in charge of it all and so you know it will be another vibrant event.

Tomorrow I will conclude some more business and then take a look how I'm going to plan out my summer and the work schedule. I've really got to get cracking - working out which clients I can say 'Yes' to is really going to take some juggling as with well over 20 projects and only one me, finding time to sort out everyone is going to cause some difficulties, and yes, I do need some kind of a holiday.

Well I've finished 'Lost', and to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. It's not that the program itself isn't great, just the ending leaves so many questions unanswered that I really don't know whether I want to watch a second series with an identical end to the whole story. Admittedly the plot thickens and it definitely doesn't lose it's appeal in the last two episodes, however I became more and more frustrated to see the scrubbing indicator on WMP get closer to the end of the scale and yet still failing to get any closer to the truth about the Island. Oh well. I'm sure it won't stop me getting addicted a second time around.

I cracked on with towers fresher shirts today and they are nearly ready. I'm a bit disappointed that I have executed the design in the same style as I did last year (wow, it's been a whole year?), but I still think it's going to be a strong enough design.

The Pedalo shirts have arrived today, and although I haven't seen them yet, word on the street say they look pretty swish, so I'm looking forward to actually getting my hands on the consignment. I've really got to get to the bank to pay these cheques in as otherwise there is going to be trouble in the overlap. I was planning on doing that this morning but I forgot, and now Liam is en-route over from Caley for a social drink down in Towers Bar, so it will have to be tomorrow.

Despite asking me to come out last night, Swan neglected to inform me that he had already started drinking, and upon receiving a phonecall at 12pm (after assuming everything had been cancelled due to lack of communication) he informed me their departure was imminent. So I missed that boat. Instead Devito came up for a bit and we got pizza. Which was nice.

On the topic of food, lunch was shocking today. I turned up at 1pm (which isn't even late as lunch goes on until 1.30pm) and the only thing (and I mean only thing) on offer was a slice of cold beef. They had run out of jacket potatoes, the person in front of me had the last pastie, there was no orange left in the squash machine, the cold beef had been the last carving from the joint a good while ago as it was stone cold and the sandwich buns had long since run out. And I pay for this? What a joke. Over the past two weeks or so, the food really has gone downhill. At least Mother is consistent in burning things.

Last year I made it a personal goal to visit the top of Towers before I left. Today I ticked it off the list.

I had to make a last minute scout around my department to find a tripod with a bubble level and eventually managed to borrow one off Russ; unfortunately I forgot to return it so I'm going to have to sort that out tomorrow. Besty met me up on my floor, and we joined the people from the Estates office and Media Services on West 21. For anyone who is interested, it's basically like another box room, empty, but with a vertical ladder almost immediately in front of the door. After climbing up here you end up in a little darkened room in the upper white roof cone, and then through a little door onto the roof. A small railing holds you back until you climb the ladder running up the side of the cone, which is caged in. The top is a flat felted roof with another railing running all around the outside edge. I noticed that after I set up the tripod that in between shots you could feel the lift motors turning beneath you; a low rumble as they moved up and down the tower.

I got 88 photos, mostly panorama compositions. I've been trying to get them to merge in Photoshop but have been encountering a few problems. I think I'll come back to it tomorrow.

I've also been cracking on with 'Lost'. Unfortunately I'm one episode short, which has halted my viewing, but I will complete the set tomorrow. That is a statement rather than a estimate, as otherwise I'm going to end up putting off doing any more work for another day.

'In Your Honour' arrived today. I've been looking forward to getting hold of a copy for days, but a visit by Richbrown and a hour long discussion on the finer points of the creative market delayed me loading it onto the World Domination Machine until after dinner.

The Swan has instructed me of his intention to go out tonight. Looks like as I have nothing better to do, I may have to join him.