It’s not very often I take it easy on a Saturday evening, it’s been a mental week.  I went to Middlesbrough for a Halloween party last weekend which started with me spinning my car on a wet roundabout.  It was really exciting, I probably confused other drivers as I was doing a three point turn on the roundabout, to face the right way again, grinning my head off.  The party was good as well: well done Sam and Dan.  That was the start of my week of poor sleep, on their floor.

Saturday was spent appreciating the beauty of life, alcohol, and a girl called Claire.  There was cheap bingo wine, a deserted Chinese cafe, and a cake-baking showdown which I was lucky enough to help judge.  What more do you want in a Saturday?  I got up early for my mam’s Sunday roast after a late night.

Sunday! Drove home, went to bed too late.  Monday! A few quiet drinks with Tony evolved into £1 shots in vodka revolution.  Tuesday! A few quiet drinks with potential flatmate Steve evolved into drinking Rum at Tony’s place. Wednesday! I had too much red bull during my guitar lesson and couldn’t sleep. Thursday! Got back late from Sheffield after seeing the awesome Airbourne.  Friday! Big night out with Rich, slept on his floor for a few hours.

Saturday! Up at 10am to view flats with Steve.  After we viewed three flats we hung around the city centre for a while.  We tried all the hangover cures in the book in Wetherspoons - full English breakfast, water, Bloody Mary with a double vodka… it worked!  I felt a bit floaty but I was set for the day.  I bought more dangly things to go round my neck.  It’s a strange habit but somehow I feel a bit nicer inside, post-inebriation.

Later on the Saturday we went for a second viewing at one of the flats.  When we got back to the estate agents office we went outside to confer.  I think the conversation went like this:

Dave “Yeah?”
Steve “Yeah.”

We went in and signed some papers.  We went to his hotel and got a pizza, chilled for a bit, and decided we were too exhausted for a night out.  I drove over to Coventry to see a friend for a bit, while Steve slept for a bit then went for the night out after all.

I started writing this on the Saturday night when I got in about midnight, but I was too tired and fell asleep for around 13 hours.  So it’s now Sunday, and I’m feeling quite content reliving the last week as I write this.  I haven’t been in any pictures throughout these adventures, so I’ve added some of my favourite fancy dress costumes ever from the party last week.