oh, my head

Fortunately I have all the ingredients for my never-fail hangover cure on hand, since this was intended to be a weekend of drunken debauchery.

Still. Didn't think it would get quite so drunken as it did.

Sam is a delightful guest, by the way, and he actually wore the kickass corsage all day (even though I got it mostly as a joke, but hey, why not see the joke through to the end if you're that type of bloke). Also made a brave attempt at speaking Welsh at Y Mochyn Du, which won him some phone numbers the grudging respect of the clientèle.

Playing video games probably would have been a better idea before the pub crawl rather than after. My score in Silent Hill was horrible. And he may have kicked my arse at Guitar Hero but I kicked his at Dance Dance Revolution. We also broke in my Wii, which I haven't had a chance to play much since I got it, and all I can say about that is thank God for the wristbands or there would have been flying controllers all over the place.

We'll be getting on the train to Winchester to meet up with Near and Matt in a few hours. Gentlemen, we'll be the tall blokes wearing sunglasses and grumbling.

Also, Sam says to tell you all hello, Welsh beer is not as good as Dutch beer and he has photographic evidence of my capacity for evil.

( surely he can't mean this. )