I can hear the feeling of my stomach

But that aside – Last night was a CrAzY night – the office party started at 6pmish, and after playing this game where we all put a photo of ourselves as a baby and then had to guess everyone (except that I put a picture of a penguin in there and amazingly there were a number of people who didn’t realise it) we went to this French restaurant called Bar du March�. Nice. The menu:

Pat� de canard
STEAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Some shitty pudding

Oh yeah and because the board members were there:

WINE x lots

After we’d trimmed off the deadwood (the vast majority of the staff) the hardcore remained, and thus we headed off into London looking for some after hours drinking. We stumbled across a Sohoian place that was average,, but by then I was a bit wankered so I didn’t care one bit…Mojitoooooooooooooo x 2 later and it was my turn to go to the bar. There were two girls there, let’s listen in:

Girl 1: Hello
Me: Hi
Girl 2: Hello
Me: Hi
Girl 1: We went to dancing school
Me: Nice
Girl 2: I can put my leg above my head
Me: Do it
[Girl 2 puts her leg in a vertical line until her foot is above her head]
Me: *Faint*

2.30 this places shut but the sick bastards wanted to carry on – we were told of a bar in Chinatown called Bar 13 – as we arrived outside it there were police dragging one guy away – Let’s go!!! But it was �7 just for the honour of going in so fuck that, night bus home and 3 hours sleep.
I feel grrrrrreat.

Soham murder trial jury sent home – 3 days of deciding…I reckon there’s someone in there who doesn’t agree with the rest (or 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or 7 or 8 or 9 or 10 or 11 (oh wait, but 11 would be one…oh shit i’m confzd now)
PSX rolls out in Japan, but analysts disappointed – Yeah but it’s fuckin cool.
Toshiba preps sub-1in HDD – You must see this hard disk it’s tiny (geeks only)

The official Counter Strike website – If you want to upgrade your RETAIL version of CS to 1.5 so that you can use it on your sexy computer and play on warwick server woooo hoooo etc etc then go here…

Doggystyle

Snoop says: You think you got da bomb coz I rolled you a joint?

It’s 12am!!!!! (elsewhere), it’s 8pm here and things are looking average to poor – EJ just went TO SLEEP, claiming masturbation exhaustion (seems fair enough), so i’m gonna have to wake up the other thrid of the HongKongMafia triad clan gangsta family, John. We’re sure tonight’s gonna be good, and I’m sure coz i’m drinking from a square bottle (look it up)..Doggystyle is on the hifi (all time classic favourite best album) and life is good. I gotta think of my NYRs before tomorrow but I think I’ve already written most of them…

Next NYR – Poker rules…nex tyear I have to make more time for this game…

Westside…

Daddy – Rewind!

Well well well Joss scored last night in an
alcohol fuelled shocker…I think he woke up with a hangover but a
smile on his little chops (and his little chop). I apologise for that
sentence.

So Grenoble is coming to an end (not the town, my stay here). Amazing
to think how long i’ve been here and yet how short the time seems -
LISTEN TO YOUR GRANDPARENTS KIDS when they tell you time flies.

I think I have another ^%**^% essay to do for Warwick before the 31st
of this month. Biznitch. I think i’ll do one about Le Pen, should write
itself.

Clubsindex.Com is growing daily…I think by this time next year it will be a very popular website…

The plan: Home to Sturton on the 25th May, then to Warwick on the 27th
May, then maybe home again when (if) a job is secured, then back to
Warwick for the summer. Right.

If i’m at Warwick over the summer I hope there’s loads of test matches to watch…Cricket = FUN ladies and gents…

It is now officially b-b-q and party season in Grenoble. Yesterday we
went to 2 parties and then a bar, today we’re going to an all day
barbecue and then to work at Notre Dame, tomorrow we have another date
at Favella (maybe), but maybe a different party, Saturday is a big all
day bbq at a French guy’s house (who’s coming to Warwick next year on
Erasmus), and then it’s Sunday….phew….I can feel my liver picking
up the phone and calling….112….

The Past

That’s the past and this is the future so don’t worry about it….

I
went to Frank’s nightclub last night, The Favella, and it was
gorgeous…just wicked and I really know that he has landed squarely on
his feet. One slight problem was that the owner took a shine to me (not
like that) and gave our table a free half bottle of gin (to go with the
full bottle we bought) so i promptly drank it, went outside, and was as
sick as a royal dog.

I got my ticket home to England recently:

07h49 Grenoble —> Paris
12h19 Paris —> London

97.50euros or around �65 at my unique exchange rate.

Uptown

Yo so i wrote a big ass update on Easter day, and just
as i finished it the computer froze and i lost it so i got pissed off
and just went out…
So what did i write? Did i mention that Thomas
just left yesterday or the day before (the day before) after spending a
few days here. I think he had an ok time (i think the life here must
look good to anyone doing final year university exams). I spent Easter
day with Mariatzell which was really nice, and then last night me and
Joss and George the whining irish went to this girl Coolia’s house
which was (George: Savage!) mental. We had fondue which was really
nice, then played drinking games for about 2 hours (with my new Manga
playing cards which rock the house) before going to the old familiar
Vieux Manoir for some continuing alcohol consumption
activities…Monster.

Whilst playing ‘I have never’ I’ve learned a lot about some of the people here. Examples:
- One chick has pulled one of her sisters.
- One guy had sex in an airplane toilet.
- The French like sodomy.

Celebrations…

Well fasting’s over, and last night we
celebrated by…working. Oh well. It was a really fun night though, and
much humour was seen in and around the Vieux Manoir (sca)bar until the
early hours today.
We all ended up sleeping at George the whining
Irish’s place until around 11am when Joss and I caught the tram
home…quite tired. I thought that I was going to feel absolutely
horrendous, as I did have a couple of beers and some Kahlua, but this
morning I didn’t feel so bad at all. PMA my children…

Not All Bad

Well the French aren’t all bad after all…today
there were no classes because everybody in the Uni went on strike. Why?
Was it the Afghan crisis, world hunger, pollution levels…? No, it was
gypsies.
For some reason a lot of gypsies live near campus and the
students have had enough so they’re forcing them out (I suppose,
although why me not going to class would make a gypsy move ‘house’ I
don’t know)….ANYWAY…

Last night I got quite drunk because George, an Irish guy who also
works at Bar Notre Dame, thought it would be wise to play drinking
games with a bottle of spirits each. I got lucky and got Tequila (not
the 50% rum) but still it was rough and this morning I felt a bit
peaky…

I hate having time limits on the internet…I think I’m going to get a phone line put in my appartment…

Tonight Carla, an Italian girl who speaks better English, French,
Spanish and Italian than me, is cooking me dinner…hopefully I won’t
feel the aftershocks from the Jose Cuervo while I’m at her place!