The importance of being idle

no, no my dear reader, not the oasis album. The title refers to bored, lazy me, who despite impending deadlines and mounting college work to complete still refuses to actually do the work set. Instead, I join you on t'internet for a blog.

Well, what excitements have passed since the last time i wrote anything of worth? more than i can say, and it appears i havent written anything half decent on here at all...except perhaps the link to my old blog...

lets start with the last couple of weeks, as they seem as good a starting point as any...

February 13th
Moulin Rouge Ragbash
A riotous night at the Market Tavern dressed as harlots and circus freaks. (see pic) And then being kept awake by the sounds of Toto's squeals as Livy tried to fondle her in the night, despite holly's and my insistance that she should quit yelpin' and take it like a woman. So I did get to wake up with someone on valentines day. 4 people infact. All of them female. Hold that thought.
I chose this picture of it on the sole basis that my tits look fantastic in it. Everyone else looks rough. (if you saw what they looked like normally you'd understand my decision to "ming them up" here.)


February 14th
Valentines Day
Without a valentine this year. again. in fact this year it was possibly worse than previous completely single years, but that's a blog for another day.

Nonetheless, two valentines cards came my way, from "mystery" admirers. That is to say I got one from Maddy (who sent them to all her single friends to make them feel loved) and one from Ali, who sends so many it is considered an insult if you don't recieve one. Toto got three. All from Ali. I'm not sure if that's worse than just getting one?

Anyhoo, Gilbs booked a table for 20 at the King Balti (the crappy one. the one that lets you bring your own booze and doesn't charge you corkage) for all us single (and quasi-single) folks, and Pyrrha and I made it our mission to bring the cheapest, most brightly coloured alcohol we could find.

We bought 2 different colours of a particularly nasty looking alcopop, a red one and a blue one. The red one seemed alright, as it actually had a flavour ("cherry") on the bottle, but the other one was simply called...."Blue". Yes, it was blue flavour, and the taste lived up to the name like a defrosted freezerpop or a Blue Rasberry slushie. It probably contained wholegrain, 2 of your five-a-day and goji berries as well. Not to mention our recommended daily intake of E-Numbers. YUM.

Ali spent the evening desperately flirting with Toto, who would not succumb to his (somewhat resistible) charms, while Holly and I looked despairingly at eachother over our pilau rice. The mixture of guests was...ecclectic to say the least, with only our end of the table actually making sense, but it worked well nonetheless.
We di however, notice an interesting, apparently local addition to the balti menu...
I idn't know there was such a thing as "Stroud Fish"

The night ended with witnessing a drunken brawl five minutes after entering the Lord John (no euphemism there). Pretty much to be expected, it is a Wetherspoons after all...
Overall, a good night