I'm sitting here chatting away to my man, Rob. Very intoxicated from a night of laughs with Lindsey, Gina and David.

We managed to crawl our way back home and find the house empty. Amazing how staying with 9 other people and the place still feels completly empty. Well I suppose being that it is a Friday night and 2am in the morning you may get that.

Drinks follow, stories divulged and find ourselves listening to the great wonders of the 80's and it's awesome hits. MC Hammer eat your heart out!

Finally comes time to hit the hay, and in strolls the housemates. Firstly Carlin and some guy who have been out clubbing. Another story to divulge later anyhow. Secondly Alex and Paul.

Now I get up and walk out to see David in the downstairs toilet with the door wide open pissing, and Paul standing watching, I'm sure he was contimplating pissing into sink instead of waiting. Paul then walks towards the backyard with grunts reminiscent of a scene from Planet of the Apes, knocking over a beer on the ground and he starts pissing directly into the background. I'm in stiches laughing about it, grabbing the kodak moment for nostalgia (excuse me until I get a digital camera). Alex proceeds to tell me how much he has spewed and been intoxicated. Being the person I am I calm Alex, hug Paul, listen to Carlin's sexual dealing's and talk to Alex some more.

Definately a night fulfilled for the last day of my work at Heathrow Airport and onto Hyde Park Corner on Monday.

Only now I have to fill up Saturday and Sunday which I believe could work soon enough in my favour.

Paul you are seriously going to feel pain in the morning!

To the sack I see, to the jack I pee!