Whenever I have a Big Night Out worthy of a mention here, it usually takes a few days for me to be in a fit state to write about it. Saturday is a case in point – copious amounts of alcohol drunk for Jac’s birthday bash, loud shirts worn, and the night hazy and forgotten after about 10pm. And probably far too much money spent – I don’t even dare look at my bank balance this morning…
FLIGHT404 :: SEARCH AND RECOVERY – on Sept 6th 2001, Flight 404 from Gatwick lost radio contact. It was never seen again. Why has this not made the news?! This site has the details, but be warned, the site’s a little confusing…
Good Grapes. If you type in one extra letter in wibbler.com, you getwibblers.com – “a perfect place for 1998 Teenie Beanie babies”! Do Beanie Babies wibbler? (All sorts of other horrible implications at the rather nifty domainsurfer.com)
Police sketch Artist. It’s remarkably difficult…
So, last night was a predictably fun night. And as I know people who read this know the twins, i won’t go any further than to say that all’s calmed down… until next time. Ooh, I can’t wait…
(and by the way, can I just congratulate the commenters for the previous post – a truly fantastic collection of puns!)
It’s a tough one. I happen to go out with one of a set of twin sisters (both are my friends, though), and there’s the usual sister bickering, albeit slightly lopsided. My girlfriend tries to avoid arguments at all costs, whereas her sister doesn’t – resulting in said girlfriend accepting blame when it usually isn’t her fault. Unfortunately, it’s got more heated since Sunday, when, would you believe it, a huge argument started over the changing of a TV channel. Their mum gets involved, it all snowballs.
This more or less happens every week. Now, I have a choice: leave them all to it, try not to get involved, and watch my girlfriend cry every week, or actually defend her (surely that is only fair?!) by weighing in with my two-pennies worth. There’s a fine line between acting in your friends’ best interests, and your girlfriends’ best interests. I’ve done the first option for 11 months – today I did the second. Their mum was notified of my comments. I’m due to see them all tomorrow night. This could run and run…
A real audio and visual treat yesterday. I saw Ocean’s Eleven at the Odeon in Guildford last night, and by golly it was good. I’ve never seen the original, but if it’s anywhere near the remake, it should be worth watching. Now, I’ve only got to see Monsters Inc. and I’ll be happy as a happy thing. Music wise, I got the new album from Alanis Morissette through the letter box yesterday morning, and that’s cracking too. Buy it. And see the film, too. Go on, I know you want to be just like me.
People have accused me, in my old age, of failing to party as hard as I used to. Handily, I have countered that accusation with APLOMB over the past two days. Your humble webmaster is currently bearly able to hear, think or string a sentence together after two nights of debauched antics. Friday night, originally earmarked by Michelle and I for a quiet cinema visit, turned into a semi-drunken night in Cranleigh with Shunta and Jac, singing karaoke (including the ever-present American Pie – the 9 minute version), and arriving home with part of a fence. It only got worse on Saturday, when Alex MacHorton’s birthday provided a good excuse for a boogie. Kingston’s McCluskys bar was blessed with our presence – a bar which to Jac and I’s amusement greets everyone with a sign: “Warning: Fun”. Duly warned, we entered. Becki and Michelle attracted the usual perverted “are they twins” comments, while Jac and I danced like buffoons, perfected some splendid new dancing techniques – the “Typewriter”, the “Tennis Match” and the “Lawnmower” to name a few. Only when we came out did we release that we were all pleasantly deaf, but still a perfectly splendid night all round. And it’s Jac’s birthday bash next weekend – god help me.
Don’t Try This At Home – amazing pictures. And the full story’s here.
An online Rubik’s Cube. SPLENDID.
