Sijo's Birthday Meal and Pissup!

Saturday was in all opinions an abolute quality night out, though it wrecked every single one of us for a period of days! Following our four hour marathon Kung Fu session, it all started with a few "casual" drinks around Martin's and mine beforehand...just to warm up the crew. And did we warm up...

While supping away we managed to sort everyone to sign the card and then committee had the genius idea that we needed a photo of ourselves infront of Sijo's present as a widescreen TV is a little bit cumbersome to take to a restuarant! After Alice's poor attempts Pete became official photographer and got us this quality snap which we printed up to A4 and took with us - how vain! Thanks to Martin for providing the emergency printing!

Lucas and I managed to perch ourselves quite nicely on a table between two serving tables which meant...ooh...double the ease of access! Katie enjoyed trying to look Hindu and Max just had his drunk look on - but doesn't it look so much more suave when he's dressed up?!

Having run around getting the remaining autographs I called everyone to attention, with words flowing what with having drunk a smidging, presented Sijo with his card and our photo! The card was a definite hit - any card combining sex and hair removal was bound to be a hit there...and our picture must have been really good - either that or he reckons he's getting a TV out of it! Well - its Wednesday now and it's still sitting in my room! Plays DVDs beautifully! The obligatory Sijo speech was well mannered and no-one got in trouble for interrupting which was unusual! Very kindly he made a massive point of saying thank you to committee and got us to stand whilst we were clapped...so we clapped back.

Food was plentiful and naturally being in DJs we looked mighty suave all evening and not a glazed expression in sight! Mirror mirror on the wall...!

Caroline started yakking to Rob and me about I don't know what - I couldn't really understand. I did feel quite proud of Rob though taking one for the team as I headed back to the land of sanity and beverages. And Katie - wow - busy being all girly in the toilets with Caroline, complimenting her on her dress and all that. And there we were convinced she was a man. Apparently the same happened last year - discussing makeup with Louise in the loos so there we go - hypothesis 1 is disproven! hahaha

After the marathon task of getting everyone to pay...and receiving money off people for "club-related" things I cannot remember out we headed to Jesters to spend it all!! Not that the bus driver intended our cash to get very far what with charging £3 per head on the bus. Apparently bartering is still no fashionable in this country or even polite.

Martin and Lucas proceded to lick each other all night, whilst the rest of us just thought drinks and chatting would do. Far too many drinks. And then who comes to join? Emma - very kindly decides she's going to buy Martin and me some shots to go on top of the rich mixture of beer, Tequila, more beer, Vodka Lemonade and Lime already sloshing about. I even flatly refused at this point but got overrulled so all further actions are still officially not my fault!

Apparently though licking is contagious and at some point I also joined in...or just I was infront instead of behind the camera whilst licking! So all in all a great night - even following a surprise encounter with Jo.

So we all headed back to the Brand 57 afterparty where Lucas and Martin continued to endulge. Rediculous idea all told - Nicky came back at 4.30am to find them both still going - well kind of. Martin pretty much passed out on the sofa, though occasionally having bursts of liveliness. After a few messy trips to the toilet he brigtened up again until Lucas went and then headed back to his room with Nicky nursing him.

Not long after he managed to cover his bedroom with the contents of his intestines which Nicky later scraped up with a spoon!!! Wrong. (We're all trying to find out which spoon so it can be molten down into a poker to teach the boy a lesson!) Unsurprisingly Martin woke up to find Nicky cowering inside a sleeping bag in the furthest corner of the room the next morning! Must be love...