ah, last night was fantastic, we went to "shag" in the limelight, had some drinks and laughed at some shit, all in all a good night, well, there were a few worrying moments, someone kept waving at me, by the third time i decided to cut my losses and wave back, to which i was granted with a smile of acknowledgement, then said person disappeared and was no longer around to wave at me again, was i THAT drunk?! on the way out ben took it upon himself to completely randomly proceed to yell 'fuck you' to a group of guys, minding their own business on the other side of the street, to which they replied in anger 'FUCK YOU' that was when i decided to let him walk ahead and stay at least 17 foot from a ruckus, we decided we were hungry, being that we're around the student ridden uni area of the city theres always a shitload of late night ethnic take away services shining out onto the street with their neon lights and amusing names, a festive one called "ho ho" caught my eye, any other time of year and i'd have mistaken it for an oriental whorehouse, menage a trois only obviously, anywho i sat outside on the floor and awaited my half/half with sweet and sour sauce then we picked up the walk back to the car and ben seemed to hit it off with some long haired metaller from carryduff i overheard, anywho his brother and female counterpart were walking behind, she was a brash little girl, very obnoxious and well, terrifying, now i, being full of common sense and logic (don't laugh) i knew that theres certain things you don't say, drunk or not, so i was fine, veitch on the otherhand, veitch thought it would be great to TELL aforementioned 'lady' that she 'scared him' she offered him a fight, he laughed, she didn't seem to be enjoying the moment, she proceeded to offer him yet another fight and veitch told her that she scared the shit out of him, at this point her face was well, you know medusa right?! anyway i expected her to rip out a knife and cut the boy up into tiny peices and sell him off to "ho ho" as dog meat or sthg. anywho the drive home was fine, all merry and bursting to urinate due to the pint by pint consumption of the night, we started watching war of the worlds around 3am, i gave up and walked home, someone threw a bottle at me from their car, it hurt, i think it hit my shin, well, i remember the bottle being thrown, i remember it hitting my leg, and my shin is sore right now, thus, i think it hit my shin, but alas, i was scared shitless after that, hopped a fence and got into my house, class! bed, well, it was class, knowing sleep was in line, but i forgot about the fact i'd be hungover in the morn, ah well, headaches remind me i'm still alive, oh yeah, comedic theme to the night, i lost a ball... from my lip ring that is, it fell out, but i think i swallowed it, which is nice, anyway the whole night i had to keep spinning it and holding it to stop it slipping, it's the second lip peircing and unfortunately still in the healing period, ah well, it made for a funny 'hand on mouth' pose every few minutes, anywho, rant over, enjoy your days and i hope to god you all get a headache!