Milky Ryan's Birthday.

A day or so ago, I found myself in Truro, surrounded by Liam, Hugo and Sam. We had decided to, somewhat brashly, stay at Ben's that evening, and oh what fun that turned out to be. Imagine, if you will, a meter square sized room. Place in said room, 1 Bed, 1 desk, 1 computer, 1 Electronic Keyboard, 4 Greasy Boys. I think its fair to say that sleeping arrangements were cramped, uncomfortable, and homosexual. Any hope for a pleasent sleep were soon shattered as an unidentified crusty object was discovered on one of the duvets. Snatch two hours sleep, and Me Hugo and Sam start the three mile trek towards Perrenwell station. Unfed, soaking wet, and near death, we desperately seeked salvation. A short train journey later, and we arrived in the warm glow of Sam's house. Three ineffective showers later, and we split, Hugo going off on his own to beg for money off his mother. I tore another hefty ten pounds out the account and bought Ryan a Doctor Who card for his birthday. Promptly afterwards I waltzed into Barkley's bank and stole a free pen. Thats right, stole a free pen. Turn up at Ryan's, somewhat regrettably, only to be faced with nibbles and Warcraft. Play Warcraft till about four in the morning and fail to awake for half eight alarm. Fail dismally to get my act together today, and end up alone. Went for a nice skate on my street (alone) and felt a bit better about myself, that is until I smashed my shoulder in.

All said and done, I'm hungry.