It’s gotta be said, last night was ridiculously good!
Shannon and I decided to venture out for the night, so we went to the usual saturday haunts Yates and Wahoo.
Was in Wahoo for a good amount of time when I suddenly spotted Ollie. Again. In his red hoodie. Again. Then I saw pooman, and then everyone started turning up so it ended with Shannon and I spending time with the Brighton lads, funniest night EVER. Never seen everyone crowd round a person as much as when Return Of The Mack came on.
Shan went home with some lad (don’t ask) so I ended up getting in a taxi with Jim, Adam and Joe to Cal’s nan’s flat.
I spent hours being quizzed about Jim and I, having new nicknames invented and just general banter, then Adam and I got nominated to go get more beer at half 4 in the morning. We saw a storm trooper on the way to the off license. Then the lads had a massive pile on. Joe and Lee ended up spooning on the living room floor with coats over them, Ogsy ended up next to them, Adam fell asleep on the chair with a pink cowboy hat on his head, Charlie was in a bed somewhere, and I ended up sitting in the lounge with Jim and Cal surrounded by sleeping beautys whilst they came up with film titles for me (some assumptions were made about our sexual antics).
Then I pissed around a bit with Jim, and realised it was 8.30am and I needed to go home and get ready for work. Which means I haven’t slept for like, 34 hours. Exhausted.
