The battle continues...

My ongoing indefinite preiod of alcohol fuelled bent continues (all in moderation and of course good natured). There is actualy no end in sight, but also no signs of decompensated liver failure so why stop now!

Tuesday I returned to the Sports Cafe to watch Arsenal with Al, Gary and Tom. Fun night again, the football was good but the highlight was definitely gay-ing it up in Tiger Tiger by shamelessly dancing to Lady GaGa - Pokerface.

Last night we went down the club to watch some more Champions leagues and yet more dancing to Lady GaGa - Pokerface. By now it was blatantly obvious that definitely me and possibly Alex had both been practising our moves at home - we were good.

And the battle between the Lucy's is still hotting up - both these gorgeous young girls are desperate for our bent - but hate each other with a vengeance so we can't invite both of them out. This led to Al, Chops and myself weighing up the pros and cons of each Lucy. Its a tough call - but after last night i'm swaying towards Lucy H.

We will see what happens tonight as Lucy H is working but Lucy T is also possibly coming down....tense times! Me and Al are still keen to get a third Lucy in on the act and make things really interesting.

Beginning of the end

Finished placement! God it felt good - not sure what that says for my desire to become a dietitian?! But it is tough being a student, always under the pump!

So i've been celebrating (and drinking a shit load) ever since Friday 6pm. Its Tuesday and there doesn't seem to be an alcohol free day until at least next Tuesday and even that's questionable as big Al is back in town = non stop bent.

So last night saw a momentuos occasion - I actually went to (and got into) Oceana in Watford. It was touch and go at first when Wray the bouncer almost didn't let me in for "looking shaky" and drunk. But after telling him where I had been to drink that night and where I live (weird) he was convinced enough to let me in. Looking back on it I had just finished my 6th pint, four of which were snake bites....but thats nothing outrageous and I definitely wasn't falling over or anything!

As i got into the club I was pleasantly suprised! The first 20 minutes was filled with (predictable) drum and bass - not bad! Plus because the club now has a dedicated cheese room which stops any of that shit filtering into the main room.

We soon met up with Hilton and the topic of Timbury almost immediately came up with her saying I was Timbury's "number 1 fan". They hate each other and for some reason seem to be playfully fighting over me (ok, maybe not fighting over me).

So the night followed pretty much the same routine as any club night - lots of girls, even more grinding, very sweet alcopops etc. etc.

Tonight is the Arsenal match - should be good!