What's going on!?

Why is there a police helicopter hovering over our house?! It's doing me head in, here I am sweltering with the window open and I can't hear over the bloomin noise of a transport of authority!....maybe they've caught me at last! lol

So, our night out in Newquay was ace....although I can't remember much past drinking on the minibus, ah it was like student days all over again (ok not quite, back then i used to drink Lambrini out of my favourite coffee mug) but the birthday boy got incredibly drunk and I got incredibly pissed off with a bouncer....how out of character eh? But by that point Gary wasn't even drunk, he was asked for ID which he gave and I think the bouncer was just on a power trip and was gutted he didnt catch him out so said he was 'too drunk' to go in.

Ahem, so Walkabout in Newquay....you're proper rubbish....and they wouldnt let stag or hen nights in fancy dress in, how ridiculous eh?! So I proceeded to shout at him how he lost the bar 10 paying customers and managed to get our group of friends and a stag party alongside us to give him a sarcastic round of applause. tee hee!

But probably the funniest part of the night was coming home (god knows what route the driver took but it was ages on the bus) we were all singing along to lionel richie on the radio when the bus slowed down for some traffic lights and we heard an almighty crash...Gary has rolled off the back seat and on to the floor...and remained fast asleep. Bless.

Oh well. Not got alot on this weekend, waiting for pay day but Ben has got a silly idea about cleaning the house. Meh.