So I decide to go to Retro after work to see if I can get some cashback. They don’t do it any more. Bastards. Bear is there, we sorta manage a stilted conversation because we don’t really know each other, and my brain fails to operate after 5 hours solid Javascript. (compare function is pretty though ). Matthew pats me on the shoulder and says “allo treacle” or something daft. Matthew and me go way back, see - he used to hang out in Ku Bar during the first IRC rennaisance all those years ago, and we just bump into each other every 6 months - year or so and catch up. So we have a bit of a gossip and a chat. Danny turns up too, and then Ollie, we’re meant to go to CXR and drink but kind of fail to manage it. Ollie gets text from Sal telling him to come to Chariots and shag Marky, somewhat surrealy. Sal turns up, I need to go to the Swan, Danny still wants to go to CXR, Retro is shutting so I stagger onto a bus and end up drunkenly chatting to a random dealer about his work and how much he is capable of ripping off tourists - which is lovely. Get to the Swan and bump into MrsKevinFromDownTheRoad. I can never remember his name, which is bad of me. “Kev’s asleep so I’ve sneaked out” - chat for a bit, then Kev turns up and it’s all funny as they go into their usual being jealous of each other trying to eye up other people thing. I end up somehow talking to some random Irish woman who was telling me that she loved her gay nephew and how there was nothing wrong with being gay, etc. I kindly pointed out that yes, I was aware of this fact and that all of us in the bar were probably aware of this too. Chatted to her nephew too - “if it wasn’t for your aunt then two people such as us would probably never in a million years chatted”. God I’m such a twat when drunk. Danny texted me. Or I texted him. Not quite sure which way around, but basically he came over at about 2:30am having been randomly texted by a friend of his and dragged to GAY. Ronnie, his friend, came along too...stayed up a bit and drank even more. Oopsie... Woke at the crack of 11am and made coffee. Lots of coffee. Put Cassetteboy on to amuse Ron, and discovered his name again. Decided on the spur of the moment, as the weather was so gorgeously fabulous. Sent out a few invites an stuff. Felt crap. *unshocker* Ron discovered the wonders of my webcam. As did Owen. Danny was scared Danny went off to deal with James - I curled up on the floor and tried not to die too much. Ron kept flirting with Owen, the feelthy whore. Danny came back again and I went to lay down for some. Owen turned up on his way to predictably fail to arrive @ Retro for their Eurovision partay. Ron discovered my camera. Bless. Between us over 2 days we took half a gig of pics. Oops! Adam and Marky and Dom and Pete and Daniel also turned up as well. I stayed in bed for a while Eventually managed to stagger out of bed and socialise some. Owen had got Ron and Adam in shorts, tho Adam’s were a tad obscene *smirk*. Much alcohol and rudeness involving Owen and classy phrases like “It’s gone up my nose!” All very silly. Lounging about in the bedroom, some of them suddenly smelt gas, so we ran about making sure it was all turned off and then phoned Transco and got someone out. He arrived, interrupting the occupants of the bedroom and mentioned that he needed a ladder as he couldn’t reach up there. So he had to get someone else out. Fun! He eventually arrived whilst I was scaring people with “Party Monster”. He’s qualified to check the bits up to the boiler but not that bit, so I am told it’s all ok and there’s no leak but I am not allowed to use the boiler until it’s been checked out by the landlord’s bloke. Went to bed. Slept lots. Which was surprising as there were three of us in it Danny had decided to get pissed and stay up all night coding on manny, see. Kept popping in and saying “this rocks” and showing me bits of PHP. Bless. Need to sort my bike out! This tub