Apologies for the lack in communication, I have really no excuse except I have not had the need to write up until now. Even though I feel I do not have too much to write about. My mind is clouded with common thoughts, which I really do need to write down, but won't be sharing with your sarcasm and wit. I will say I broke down after watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind... something I have not done for 8 months. It was something needed.

Last night I was at a high profile club, Abacus in the heart of the financial district of London. Where celebrities turn out and men dress like a million dollars. It was a good night mixing with some good friends and catching up with Sam, Brad & Wilco. Even though I got the odd stare from a girl, I knew that I wasn't in the league to talk about how much money I had in my pocket and what particular job I was doing. These types of places, are enjoyable to go to, but not the type of places where I think I am something. So I had a few drinks and danced until 2am with strangers. I will be modest to say I am quite the mover on the dancefloor... move over Johnny Travolta. ;)

Come closing time we had given up on the hope of seeing Brad again, as he was lost for about 2 hours, and was quite possible he went home with someone or something as he was pretty shitfaced when I did find in the first time. Collecting our jackets I turn to Wilco and say-
'Wilco check this joker out.' Pointing towards a man stretched across one of the coaches in the club, his leg half off the couch and the other on, his shirt half open and his head to the side mouth agape.
Wilco laughs with me.. and then I squint and look a little more...
'Is that Brad Wilk's???'
'I thought he went home?!?'
'Ohh ... you sure that isn't Bradders???? Yes it is Brad!'
Brad must of heard us as he struggled to raise a hand, like a wounded solider in the middle calling for a medic. On this point Wilco and myself are laughing so much at him, that Brad manages to roll off the couch onto the ground. I pick him up while he saying
'Luke is that you??? My head hurts man... ohhh my head.. Can you call Tennis tomorrow... really man I need you to call them and tell them I'm not coming.'

Now taking Brad outside and having him puke in one of the classiest places in London is good, as I don't think anyone of the boys has done the public display of shitfaced around me. So I'm loving this and laughing at Brad, while telling the minicab drivers where to go stick their car-keys. Brad is whining about his head and work tomorrow and keeps falling down and lieing on the pavement. One of the girls we were with keeps saying she is 'totalled' and I keep telling her she is 'trolleyed', Sam and Wilco are trying to figure out a plan of action. Wilco and I decide that we split a cab home and Sam can take Brad! Smart thinking! :)

Alas 30 minutes later when Brad is fit for travel we all find ourselves sitting in a minicab driving to Brad's house. Brad has not finishing whinging about his head and about work tomorrow. We piss off the cab driver most of the way home, as he was too worry about Brad spewing into a Tesco shopping bag he had given him. We drop Sam and Brad off and Wilks and myself negoiate our way home with the cabby.

Bradders - you're drunk brain copes as follows;

• you're piss poor comedian
• have a poor sense of direction
• spew like a little girl
• whinge way too much about your head hurting
• worry too much about having to go to work tomorrow
• call everyone bitches - even the cabby!
• but manage to keep a smile on your face while some girl is talking to you.

You're lucky you have some good mates that look after you .. if only I had the camera!

Tonight was suppose to go to fancy dress party for some Finnish women's place that Little Al knows but I couldn't be bothered....

That's your update!
reminders:
Sam's birthday next week!
Meeting with Bert and Paul for drinks on Friday
Need to organise car for Scotland
Haircut tomorrow