What a bizarre night... but then I always think they're bizarre when realistically they're anything but. Anywho, was nice to see Skippy, Lady H, Snarlie, Big Dan, Laura & Claire (And their friends who seem to love my suit), young Kev from last week again, Smithy, Sam... I could go on. A bit of a shame I didn't get annihilated, but there's always next time. :)

Was able to bump into Leann again, which was a great end to an otherwise tiring night. I was already sitting off outside, waiting for my bro to get his fat arse out of the cess-pool, and the next thing I know, she's standing outside by the entrance with her Austrian friend Elle (I hope that's how she spells it). So I trundled on over to greet her with open arms and a happy 18th birthday. The all important one. Legal. :D I was so close to getting a taxi home with her and the ever exquisite Charlotte, only my drunk brother and the Blakely stumbled on out, shouting and screaming about nothing, before Lee decided to try and pull a windscreen wiper off some KH bouncer's car. Not the best idea. But again, Leann, always a pleasure. :) We really shouldn't keep meeting like this. :P

My blog's are distancing themselves from one another. I have no excuse. I simply am tired lately, and trying to find shit to write about is becoming a strange chore. What happened to the days where i'd pull a subject out of mid-air and launch into a petty tirade upon anything from students, bus-drivers, the price of fish, etc? Maybe i'm losing my touch. Maybe. But still, there's enough people seemingly reading this hunk of shit for me to carry on for now I suppose. Even the bombs and the scarecrows will sing... though that hasn't been scientifically proven as of yet. Watch this space. As always. Salut.