...dave called to let us know he was still alive, but with sore arse and sunburnt left leg, and is thoroughly enjoying his cycling tour in canada. so i ruined his day by telling him the footie result, much swearing ensued...

...bad ted's sister...

...sorry bruv...

...saturday night and it's time to hit the beers again as it alessia's 22nd birthday celebrations. meet up in the orange tree with sam, andy, emma, paul, craigy, ale, martin, clare and rob. they sell VB in there now, but being a muppet i've been chugging pints of carling, next time...

...the plan to get to the tube bar before 11pm (as it costs a squid less) fails as usual. a bit of dirty dancing from craig and ale, they both fall over and it's time for someone to throw up outside before you know it. despite being the mild-mannered slacker i am, come very close to punching this twat who is hassling ale...

...exit stage left...

...good or bad? discuss...

...friday night and i headed off to jem's for a barbie, taking the obligatory snags and remaining vodka (that craigy hadn't managed to injest in one night on recent camping trip to cornwall). all very sociable for first few hours, sitting outside, few beers, sausages and kebabs all round (heehee), got told off by the old bag next door as the music was too loud (it was only 9pm, humf). next thing you know we piling into jez's place to watch rob's skydiving vid's (again) and pooling our alcohol together, me, sam, jem and sam decide we have the ingredients for sex on the beach (wahey)...

...three jugs later, we've watched final destination (oooer bit scary, but, phew, kerr smith is still alive) and then out comes the five video. cue the birds slobbering over jay, and much amusing dancing by jema and sam. you don't need to know i assure you...