I am currently sitting in a quiet french patisserie nicking the Wifi from the cafe next door. Just had a nice nice Millefeuille and a jasmine tea. Though I think the woman is going to get pissed off with me as i'm only really here to use the internet and I only have a 50 Euro note... oh well.
Tonight should be interesting. I hopefully wont have to buy many drinks, and its a P party at the Cavern for seasonaires. So fancy dress that begins with a P. Being the well prepared person that I am I have brought across a flight suit and plan to go Top Gun tonight. Should be a laugh and its quite a comfortable costume and looks the bomb.
For the record it has started snowing....... finally its 14.55 and about bloody time!
Tonight was bizzare. It all went a little sideways. The evening started off with a surprise birthday cake and candles, I got a lovely card from the guys in the house which really cheered me up. Strangely the cake was a huge MilleFueille... All good. I assumed that most people would be going to the P party at the cavern, it turned out to be just me an Pete and only me in fancy dress. Though the pilot costume doesn't take any effort really. We rocked up to the cavern expecting to see lots of others in crazy fancy dress. We were the first pretty much, but got free drinks for fancy dress and for it being my birthday. After a fair few shooters and strange depth charges (my stamina for spirits seems to be improving) a walking pool table turned up with a lifesize mobile phone, a panda, and a shed load of walking presents.
We were going to go the garage since its usually going off, but it was shut due to massive amounts of snow. During a brief break from the cavern we stumbled apon a fairly large snowball fight with a french chalet. The chalet was loosing the battle with about 20 people unleeching a torrent of snowballs (and a police cone). At this stage it was all rather amusing. It wasn't so later on.
Bumped into Cam who was taking part in a 3 legged race, we chilled and chatted to god knows how many people most I won't recognise again sadly. The night continued in a drunken way until we decided to leave (we might have been asked I can't remember exactly). The snowball fight had grown in size and seemed to be civil with a mild smatterering of chaos. It then turned to pure chaos. One of the french guys thought was needed was to launch a heavy wooden garden chair from the first floor. He was obviously bored with the usual snowball fight convention. The chair unfortunately the chair struck pete square on the head. Blood poured from his head and the scene was generally a bloody mess. A lynch mob was quickly formed whilst I tried to walk Pete home. The end result was that Pete now has 7 staples in his head. His seems fine about this and more pissed that he got blood over everything in the vicinity including his white board jacket.
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(Slightly Late) Happy Birthday! Glad you finally have some snow.
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