Yeah, the blogs stopped. I got annoyed at myself for being uninteresting and a trip to cornwall kinda got in the way of things. But here’s a nice catch up.
Valentines was spent at work. I decided not to take my mature gentleman admirer up on his offers, despite how thouroughly he had aroused me.
A belated valentines day was, oddly enough, spent with my exes. First I went round to Teri’s house which was chaos as always, but it was her mum’s birthday so I said I’d pop in and say hello. Her mum kind of said hello back and then seemed to get annoyed about something, so I left and Anna picked me up. Anna and Teri really don’t like each other. This stems from a hatred of each other long before I was with either of them, so neither of them reacted particularly well to the fact that I was with the other. Anna and I went out for a couple of drinks and then hung out back at mine, watching Lost of course.
The next day, Anna dropped me at the train station and I caught my train to Falmouth. Well, actually I caught a train to Birmingham which was RAMMED. I was stood in the little toilet compartment bit with about ten other people including an old disabled lady in a wheelchair whose welsh son kept talking really loud. I got off in Brum and switched to my train heading for plymouth, which was also very busy. I sat on the floor in one of the joining compartments until a bunch of people got off and i swiped their seats. We passed the sea which was very pretty. Otherwise, the 4 hours dragged a tiny bit. Eventually I got to Truro where Tim and co were waiting. He introduced me to his friends Mike and James and some weird tag along…Lee I think his name was.
First things first, we went to Asda for alcohol. I was starving so I bought some white cookies, which unfortunately was the wrong choice as Leo’s double choc ones were way better. We bought plenty of alcomohol, including 4 cans of Faxe, a one litre can of beer with 5% alcohol content.
Back at Tim’s pad we ate our cookies and watched some Aqua Teen before starting our dinner of chicken korma. We had moved well onto drinking already by this point. Soon after dinner, ring of fire began. Everyone donned a can of Faxe and rules were established. Nicknames given were based on dinosaurs. I was Chunkingasaurus, Leo was Oviraptor and Tim was Ultrasaurus. I forget what Mike, James and Aaron were. Anyway, we played with some interesting rules including ‘Earthquakes and Floods’ where if the person with the correct card shouts ‘Earthquake!’ or ‘Flood!’ then we’d either have to crawl under the table or stand on our chairs respectively. We also had a rule card where the card bearer could pick a new rule. One round was talking with your tongue in your bottom lip, one was relocation to the hallway of the building, generally just getting in everyones way. James needed to pee so bad that he did it into an empty Faxe can, 1 litre proving to be the exact capacity of his bladder.
Upon round two, people were a little worse for ware. James threw up after 2 vodka shots and Tim got his cock out a little too much for everyone’s liking. Eventually Aaron left the game for some sex, and everyone saw this as a good enough reason to quit and go back to Tim’s room. There, we watched some American Gladiators and Leo went to the toilet. After he’d been in there for about 20 minutes, I was nominated to go check on him. I found him collapsed on the floor of the shower with his trousers around his ankles. I took a picture which came to be known as the ‘Bell and bush’ picture due to it’s content. Leo also pointed out that ‘bell and bush’ could easily be the name of a wetherspoons.
5 flushes later, Leo emerged from the loo and collapsed on the bedroom floor before throwing up the korma from earlier in almost exactly the same form. We scooped it up with a peice of paper and threw it out of the window onto a footpath below. Needless to say, Leo slept on that part of the floor.
More tomorrow. Alex sleepy.