Back in business!

I have just come back home, and now sat in my own bed which I haven't touched for a week...apart from Thursday night!

I must admit I do miss my own bed and loo when I go somewhere other than home. Is this weird? Probably.

From Monday to Thursday I spent at Daves where he took me to see the epic, amazing, fan-tabby-doozie but also incredibly emotional Disney Pixar Toy Story 3. Anyone who has not seen this latest addition to the Pixar collection must, now.

All I am going to say is that it involves new characters, Andy goes off to Uni, and it will make you cry at the end. I had to fight back tears at the end, not sure if D noticed though. Think I managed to carry off the "I-think-I-have-an-eyelash-in-my-eye" look.

I challenge you all, who have seen the two earlier films and have made the step to Uni to watch this all the way through without getting a lump in your throat and having flashbacks of the day before move in. I think it's impossible.

We also went to have a lovely pizza at Frankie and Benny's with Dave's friend T, who seems very nice but I think I scared him a little, haven't managed to narrow it down to what yet, maybe the third eye that grew on my forehead, or the third leg on my back.

Then we watched the IT crowd together- loved the scene where Moss is in the grabber machine in the arcade trying to get hold of the iPhone. As he said "I have now got a iPhone without having to pay any money to Apple- its living the dream!". Genius!

Then, from Friday to Sunday the Staffy lot and co celebrated celebrated both Vicky's and Becky's birthday (19 and 17). Friday night was quite entertaining as Vicky and Tom did their "Shuttup" routine on the karaoke, although I did decline the invitation to sing Spice Girls with Vicky, dancing on just dance is my limit, as we still have a higher score than Tom (just about the only routine we do hold the high score on!) otherwise I was very nervous that I would give the impression of a deluded X-factor wannabee fail that will cause their audience to simultaneously face palm. 

Sleeping in a tent in a sleeping bag really did give me an insight on the general hardships that worms face in life (the type you would find in the garden, not on a n00bs PC) having to wiggle around to get places. I challenge you to get a sleeping bag, zip yourself in it and move exactly 185cm. Yeah. Hard isn't it? It's not the most aerodynamic way to move and this comment caused hilarious laughter from everyone else. Imagine not having a spine-but still having muscles... how come  all worms don't look like bodybuilders?


Then came Saturday night, and I think alot of people will be suffering very bad hangovers for the next couple of days...and I won't be evil and say exactly what went on.