Last night was Swede's birthday celebration; a house party at theirs. There was a good attendance of people still at uni, and those who have graduated. Dizzy Jo, Greg, Danny, Will, Jess, Rachel all came back and others amongst the present were Tierney, Ibs, Mike, Sooz, Daisy, Nature, Jo, Emma, Rich King the whole of their house (Irish Johnny, Duffy, Chris Day) and then me, Jono and Swan. It was busy. There was also a lot of punch, which managed to last longer than punch usually does, mostly due to the amount of ice that was floating in it.

After a while and Swede getting birthday bumps (during which he kicked out the ceiling light and we stood in darkness for the next two hours) we strolled into town and got ourselves out of the cold and into the Rain.

Busy as well, there was no one I knew in there who hadn't been at the party. The night went on a long time. I dropped one drink and separately using the power of centrifuge, Chris Day made me part with my pint of Fosters when he picked me up and spun me. I'm not sure who it hit, but it left my person at speed.

Swan and I left (Mike lying on the bar) at around 2ish and got a cab back. The rest is alcoholic history.

Tomorrow I've got a meeting with Lianne, Mario, Rosie and Jim about DesignWeek. Aren't we cool.