“They’re old enough when they leave school .. and they leave school at three o’clock!”
– Gavin (on his choice of women)
Gav’s last day at IBM today, it’ll be weird on Monday I expect. He’s off across the world (Russia, China, Mongolia & more). If you’re reading this Gav, have (hope you had) a great time.
Went drinking with Ant in the evening, spend £30 somehow and got very drunk. When we left the pub we did the Spaced style gunfight, followed by a bit of wrestling. But by far the most insane moment was when we tried to do the running up walls thing from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Needless to say this resulted in high impact collisions with the pavement!
Not content with hurling ourselves at a wall, I then initiated the jump over the bin competition. The challenge; to jump over the 3ft(?) bins littered around the city centre. Unsurprisingly the success rate was a big, fat zero. And the result was surprisingly similar to the first challenge, i.e. crumpled bodies hitting pavement. Now we had got the self-destruction out of the way it was on to the reproduction of the entire Star Wars trilogy.
All in all, a very good night out.
Hursley needs it’s share of axe-murderers.
– Rick (on my chances of getting back into IBM after uni)
If there is such a thing as karma, then I have definitely scored some good karma today. I took “Fur Fighters” back to Game to exchange for “F1 2001”, and could have walked away with both! OK, a little explanation needed .. I was being served by someone who for some reason had to stop serving me and go and answer a customer’s question at the other end of the store. At this point I already had F1 2001 in my bag, and just needed to sign a receipt, so assistant number 2 comes over, I sign the receipt and he gives me “Fur Fighters”. For a moment I considered just walking (heh, they gave it to me!!), but after a moments hesitation my good side came out on top and I handed it back to the guy.
So something good should happen to me now, right? What goes around, comes around ‘n all that. Went out with Ant and two of his mates down from Southampton, we all met up with Ant’s new lady-friend & her mates at 9. Good night out, by half-eleven I was propping up the bar with a pink ‘little miss’ handbag, having been left in favour of the dance floor by the others, needless to say the alcohol consumption rate increased significantly without any of that conversation malarkey to interfere.
I was on the long and winding road to becoming totally, utterly wasted, then out of nowhere … Ricky Martin. I finished off the remaining drinks double-quick and made for the nearest exit.
The male chromosome is an incomplete female chromosome. In other words the male is a walking abortion; aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
– Valerie Solanos
Had a really slack day at work, some IT’s had organised rounders at one followed by a night on the town. So I was planning on a half day, but in the end rounders was as unorganised as I’d expected it to be and didn’t start ’till 3. But never mind as I ended up playing football for 2 hours instead. After an hour playing rounders the idea of a night in their ‘posse’ out didn’t seem quite so appealing, so I stayed in and watched Spaced on DVD instead.