HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Right, after last year's (2006) apalling records of new years eve, either due to rubbishness or drunkenness (probably rubbishness considering we were playing LOTR's risk), I figured it was due time I wrote a nice little blog on Stephen's laptop, whilst people were still drunk about me. Which is nice. Whilst listening to Freddie Le Grande - 'Put your hands up', which I have been conditioned with at Uni, to the point of enjoying it. Anyway, let us return to the beginning - the final few hours of 2006.
The 31st of January is my Grandad's birthday, and as such, we usually go round to see him. For the past two years, we have gone to the Greyhound and had a meal. We did that again this year. I awoke earlyish (for me) I went down to Sawston with my folks, initially to my gramp's house, before going to the pub for lunch. Which was nice. I had roast pork with lovely gravy and VERY dry Yorkshire Pudding - which wasn't brilliant. However, it was an nice time spent with myself, parents, grandparents and uncle Tony.
After a mostly enjoyable meal and a couple of pints, I headed for Rob's where I proceded to be lazy until about 6 o'clock. I had an OK Parma ham and Cheese Sandwich and Rob had some kind of soup before he got ready for an APPARENTLY smart dresscoded new-years party, which turned out to be a LIE! But, seeing as I didnt bring any smart clothes home with me, I had (have) smart casual on. I just put on Rob Sinclair for the masses as I write this. Then Toby turned it down and put on Beyonce. Pffft. Lame. On the plus side, its amazing how up to date this is. Many would say being alive would be up-to-date enough. I would disagree. I am doing lots of Journalism modules in Media next semester, it kind of makes sense with my blogging antics. Lambert is a legend, he is gonna tag all the pics of Steve and Ingrid from tonight on Facebook.com. Yay!
Now, after the passing of New Years, we are all in Stephen's room winding down as his parents are back. Stephen and Ingrid are quite drunk. It is amusing. But, the journey here was amusing. After Rob took...
+++ Now for a brief interlude, in which the general mishmash watch Part Troll +++
... me back to mine for changing of clothes and general grooming, we set off to Bottisham to collect Charlotte. On the way, Rob decided rather than take the conventional through-town route, we would go via the A11. He gave me the map. The trusting fool. It is at this point which I find it hard to recall what actually happened on the A11 that evening. It is my final belief the A11 is infact a fissure in the space time continuum, resulting in all concepts of space and time being horribly inaccurate. So eventually we took a right turn (after much bickering) and we arrived in Bottisham. After picking up Charlotte and Toby we went onto the A14 thanks to Rob taking a wrong turn.
At some point we arrived at Steve's. We then played some Wii, had some drink, played some WiiSports. And now here I am, listening to Rob and Charlotte not having sex. lol.
I think I will leave it at that for now, more things will become clear from general discussion and facebook in the morning.
Stoob.
The 31st of January is my Grandad's birthday, and as such, we usually go round to see him. For the past two years, we have gone to the Greyhound and had a meal. We did that again this year. I awoke earlyish (for me) I went down to Sawston with my folks, initially to my gramp's house, before going to the pub for lunch. Which was nice. I had roast pork with lovely gravy and VERY dry Yorkshire Pudding - which wasn't brilliant. However, it was an nice time spent with myself, parents, grandparents and uncle Tony.
After a mostly enjoyable meal and a couple of pints, I headed for Rob's where I proceded to be lazy until about 6 o'clock. I had an OK Parma ham and Cheese Sandwich and Rob had some kind of soup before he got ready for an APPARENTLY smart dresscoded new-years party, which turned out to be a LIE! But, seeing as I didnt bring any smart clothes home with me, I had (have) smart casual on. I just put on Rob Sinclair for the masses as I write this. Then Toby turned it down and put on Beyonce. Pffft. Lame. On the plus side, its amazing how up to date this is. Many would say being alive would be up-to-date enough. I would disagree. I am doing lots of Journalism modules in Media next semester, it kind of makes sense with my blogging antics. Lambert is a legend, he is gonna tag all the pics of Steve and Ingrid from tonight on Facebook.com. Yay!
Now, after the passing of New Years, we are all in Stephen's room winding down as his parents are back. Stephen and Ingrid are quite drunk. It is amusing. But, the journey here was amusing. After Rob took...
+++ Now for a brief interlude, in which the general mishmash watch Part Troll +++
... me back to mine for changing of clothes and general grooming, we set off to Bottisham to collect Charlotte. On the way, Rob decided rather than take the conventional through-town route, we would go via the A11. He gave me the map. The trusting fool. It is at this point which I find it hard to recall what actually happened on the A11 that evening. It is my final belief the A11 is infact a fissure in the space time continuum, resulting in all concepts of space and time being horribly inaccurate. So eventually we took a right turn (after much bickering) and we arrived in Bottisham. After picking up Charlotte and Toby we went onto the A14 thanks to Rob taking a wrong turn.
At some point we arrived at Steve's. We then played some Wii, had some drink, played some WiiSports. And now here I am, listening to Rob and Charlotte not having sex. lol.
I think I will leave it at that for now, more things will become clear from general discussion and facebook in the morning.
Stoob.
posted by Stewart Paske at 1:27 am
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