After cleaning up the new place and turning my room into a zen masterpiece I headed into Tottenham Court Road tube for a pub crawl with Simo, Grant and Sheila.

I wouldn’t see home again until midnight Sunday. 🙂

We were doing one of the Ale Trails that Simon told us about (Theatre-something-or-other?). Hit five pubs for five pints and score a free t-shirt! Woo! Wish I could remember the name of the good one..

A little bit pissed I followed the others to Sheppard’s Bush Walkabout. Yes, not quite 12 months here and I finally caved and hit an “aussie” pub. It wasn’t as bad as I thought – Snakebites are a dodgy concept (beer, cider and red sh1t) but they still seemed to disappear fast. Saw Emma in the crowd and slurred some random sh1t to her before running off for something (someone?) else.

Some dancefloor passion (I got one of their numbers ;)) and then somehow I ended up at DJ’s or was it Court’s place? Stuffed if I know.

Continued abusing my internals there, including being talked into paying ?18 for a dozen cans of.. *hangs head in shame* Fosters! :S

Kipped for a bit (pay attention Simon!) then got woken by the others at 9-frickin’-AM and stumbled into DJ’s place. Some crazy fool waited until all of 9.30 before providing the first brekkie beers – the two Swinnie Res. lads doing their country proud.. well, it took me about 2.5 hours to finish one can of Caffrey’s.. so not that proud! haha 😛

Waited until 11am for a house inspection to take place. A prospective tenant inspection, but the chick didn’t show, was duly mocked and we headed off in a worrying looking state to..

Church.

Okay, not ‘church church’ but The Church. It’s a 12pm-4pm party that runs a bit like an inner city B&S ball. Every damage case who’s been on the turps for the last 12 hours was there, I’m sure. ?7.50 drink tokens are purchased and then exchanged for plastic bags containing three cans of beer, cider, Woodies or Smirnoff Ice. Bags are tied through belt loops or kept handy for belting rowdy kiwis. Jokin’ 😉

The music is typical crowd pleasing, bogan-esque trash and then there’s the annoying pommie MC and the strippers. Pure class. Pure class.

Against all logic, sound judgement and all that is holy, we (those who were still standing) went BACK to the Shebu (snort) Walkie and hit it hard again. Well, ‘I’ hit it hard again. DJ bailed, Laura and her sister kept topping up my Snakies with their own and by this stage, do you really think I know what happened to the rest? Nup? Damn right “nup”! 🙂

Met a couple of Kiwis who knew DJ and headed upstairs again, meeting some more people who’s names escape me – Scandi dude and chick from Melb?

Off my tree I had to go back downstairs to the mini-mosh that was happening for the night’s band – Bondi Beach Bums or something?? They did their job – at least the 20 or so people right up the front thought they did. When the band stopped, sanity returned. I bid farewell to the sweaty freaks and freakettes and tubed it home. I was actually pretty coherent at this stage which surprised me. But it took another hour before I was clean enough to lie on my new bedding! 😀

Monday at work was evil. Damaged goods but psyched with the after-glow of a great weekend!! 🙂

The new place is cool. Pop in for a visit if you’re in London! Thanks for the birthday wishes peoples and I’ll see some of you (Suz!) soon!!