Long Weekend: Bigger Longer & Uncut

Well well. It was certainly a busy weekend. Came home on Friday and Lou had worked her fingers to the bone getting the place in order for the evenings festivities. We settled down in front of the TV in the quiet before the storm.

Rog was the first to arrive. I thought he was drunk but he was just absolutely knackered from that weeks work. After catching up he left as everyone else arrived.

I believe we basically sat around talking crap and getting slowly sozzled on the most part before Don decided to hurl himself onto the drinks table. I only remember lying on the floor surrounded by broken glass and flailing body parts. A kind of Extreme Twister with spilt wine making up for coloured spots. Dons leg looked like it had been bitten by a dog the next morning. Keith and I stayed up until around 5am talking more gibberish.

Awoke around 12.30pm. Folks were arriving at 1pm to lend a hand moving. Doorbell rings and I open the door to answer. It's the German upstairs. "Yes, You, I want you!". A good start. "Last night. Was it a regular party or an exceptional party?". It was certainly exceptional. I explain we're moving out. "Another flat or another city?". Oh I see, a fucking comedian. I give him the blank look of you're-an-asshole and reply "What?". I explain that we're moving out because of the noise from downstairs. His face changes in a sudden realisation that it's not us making noise at 5am on a Sunday night because we're not annoying students. He turns and walks off. Whataprick.

Folks arrive shortly after and we move a fair bit of the stuff just before Wales kick off against France in the rugby. We eat lunch and watch the first quarter before Lou and I head off to shift more crap from the flat from hell. We finish early evening and I'm exhausted. We settle down to an evening of Comic Aid. Everyone is truly awful except Bill Bailey and the impressionist from Dead Ringers. Please give these men their own show.
We hit the sack early. There's much to be done tomorrow.

Get up at 11am and make our way to the flat for the last time. Get everything out in 2 runs and flip off the living room on my way out. Goodbye and good riddance.