Last night was a good laugh. The main reason I found it all so enjoyable was that I can't remember anything that I did that was either embarrassing or detrimental to my health (apart from the alcohol). We started at the Palace and then headed to the Union where Manky Mark, Mockney Jon and Bellsniff were all up for the weekend. We pulled Manky's usual stunt of lifting people up using a hand lock between the legs, but he responded with the only way to get out of the manoeuvre - pulling mine and Swan's hair as hard as possible until you stop. It worked.

Today is Jono's birthday. Happy birthday Jono. It is also Fat Dave's. Happy birthday Sausages. In honour of the first birthday we are having a house get together then on to Echos or wherever Jono has planned for us to go. To celebrate his, Dave took us all paintballing today. Expensive, but fun as usual. Bellsniff, Blondage and I made a mean team (even though we kept on losing, right up until the end).

Other things of note include me going for a ride in Lakha's brand new mustard yellow Porsche and the bloody snail who has crawled all over my shoes leaving brilliant trails. I'll kill it if I find it.

Onwards.