| Thusday Pissed about til scriptwriting at four. Went to some quiz at arches with Jimbo, Ads, Gav and Paul. We got 15 right but lost by 3 marks. Paul fucked up a, of all things, beautiful south question and changed an answer on the last minute to a wrong one. Anyway, we were shit. Back to Adams with our carry outs. Sit in civilised manor in the front room. I�m not sure what happened next - there�s a bit of a gap. Not a drunken gap, but a logic gap. Jimbo comes down in his boxer shorts and it transpires it is a good idea for us all to get naked. I am skeptical of such a move at first. So, surprisingly is Paul, who is the most pissed I�ve seen him since the time he ate Chile off a table rather than the plate Helen had first put it on. I remember cleaning up the floor like a good friend (it was in the first year). He is in a similar state now (or then). Adam and Jimbo go naked - I refuse at first. Then they ring up Sam Curtis and invite him round. Paul decides to go and meet him and Nathan at the end of the road - naked. I get my kit off as well and we watch him walk to the end of summer lane. We all giggle and upon his return there are four naked men sitting in the front room, casually watching Reeves and Mortimer. Phone Curtis again and invite him to �just walk in�. Ten minutes later he does and oh! the banter. A bit of a memory leap and pretty shortly there are 6 naked men lounging in the room. A phone call to a girl is inevitable. soon helen and stace are en route to this most romantic (and disturbing) of sights. More loud banter. Curtis keeps on going on about the size of his blue card financial package*. He has a tie (from school night) around him which covers it up. �It�s quite big when it gets going...just ask claire� he says. Stacey pops her head around the door and is confronted with a beautiful sight. 6 naked men - one with the haircut of an aging science teacher. Casually watching vic and bob and laughing. Curtis moves an ashtray to his area and spills it. Helen and Stace seem a little surprised at first but soon unitimidated as well as unimpressed. Curtis goes on about the size of his nob and how it can be much bigger if provoked properly. The rest of the evening breaks into fragments. Paul walks out (with clothes on) and heads home in some kind of drunken mood. Stacey curls up on Ads and Pauls laps -doh. At some point it seemed like a good idea to get out a bunch of musical instruments. One of the more surreal moments of my life is when I�m sat next to someone with a shaved bauld patch, both naked and trying to play the theme from the ferero rosher advert. To my right a naked nathan is slouched in a beanbag, stacey is on pauls laps and an audience of 3 are on the setee, one wearing a school tie to cover his nob. Another fragmented mamory was casually looking for some tea bags while naked, making about six cups of tea. Paul returns. I know I said he was there just now, but this illustrative of how broken my narrative memoy of this night. He didn�t go home, but enede up walking around town for a while. Pretty soon he buggers off and we, now wearing pants and a t-shirt run down the street as I feel he's at risk of doing something stupid. I fail and he is found hours later in Claires front room - drinking tea. *this is a shit joke with a target audience of three. It refers to our old media project. |