Sunday, July 27
A Tale Of 2 Phone Calls
I was sitting around yesterday evening, not doing a whole lot, when my phone rang. It was a mate of mine telling me that a load of us were going to Bath for a night out, and did I want to come? Me, being me, of course said yes, and so followed a night out in Bath. More on that in a second.
The second call I got was from Alex, one of the guys I'm sharing a house with next year. He'd just heard from Joe, another of the guys who was going to live with us. We don't know Joe all that well, he's a mate of Matt, and he filled our worst nightmares when he said he couldn't get the money together in time for the first lot of rent, and so couldn't move in. Thankfully, another mate of ours, Lee (I know, it's getting confusing with all of these names...), who lived in our halls this year, hasn't found a place yet, and is interested in moving in with us. Alex is hopefully getting hold of him today, and if he can get the money together in the next fortnight, then we've found our 7th housemate. If not, then we're screwed.
On with the tale of the night out. I didn't get as drunk as usual, thought I'd have a calm one, but the others made up for it... Craig was smashed by about 11.30, Adie went for a really, really long walk at the end of the night and got lost, and Poolman only stayed out for a couple of hours because he was still feeling the after-effects of Friday night. We rule.
Hmmm, I stopped typing for a bit whilst I was doing other stuff and now I've lost all train of thought and inspiration. I give up. But note, shiny shiny new RobCam on the right, for which I'm also creating a blog just for archiving purposes. Also, I've finally started to design a blog for photos, and I've been taking a few in the past couple of days, just to boost the amount of content...
