The Crazy Foo's Let Me Near Their Blog >=]

(The abridged version...)

Um. Hey. I'm writing a post for you!! 'I' being Matt. The things you've heard about me in older posts ARE ALL LIES. I swear. Glad we've got that sorted. Now I have the horrible task of writing something Brilliant, Otherwise I will be in Overly deep trouble with the authors of this Blissful, Indeed Excellent blog – Sorry if I don't manage (which I won't). I'm never going to be allowed to write again ='|

Before I describe to you the wonderful events of my/your/everyone's weekend, I'd like to briefly depict for you the land in which I was born. In the midst of thick, lush forests, hides away the sleepy town of Nottingham, where rainbows paint the sky with their vivid spectra and where old people don't need helping across the road because they ride unicorns. Everyone is happy there, and it's so pleasant you can walk about at night without having to fear one iota for your safety. So go there, next time you have the chance, visit subway, ride unicorns, look at rainbows.

Oops... back to the point of this post! On Saturday I attended a party celebrating Chris Davenport's, long since passed, seventeenth birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRIS!). I say party, it was more of a humble gathering – the closest thing we nerds get to a party, but excellent fun it was nevertheless!

Of course, the evening commenced with the, now to be, customary game of “pass the parcel”. The prizes were wonderfully zany (first recorded use of that word in over 10 years), including pasta, a bagel, a chocolate bunny and some snails (REAL SNAILS). Unfortunately, it somehow managed to turn out that half the people present (including Chris) knew half the prizes, but it went well anyway, people had fun and I now own baked beans. No joke, baked beans, I'm a lucky person! What could be better?

By six we were summoned to the table, where we munched on pizza and where we were given a lesson in directions from our host, who informed us the direction of “front” and that left and right were in fact the opposite way round to the way in which we all thought they were. All this was followed by cake (in the articulate shape of an igloo (congratulations once again to the Davenport's for acquiring yet another excellent cake)) and jelly (wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble jelly on/in a plate/bowl), the latter of which I proceeded to fling across the table. As you do.

I believe (I don't quite remember, you know how it is after a party) we then concluded the raving by watching Mr and Mrs Smith. It was a completely believable and exciting spy film which involved... nah, I won't bore you with the details, just remember it turns out Bruce Willis was a ghost all along. Three people giggled the whole way through (apparently something to do with the way I was sitting? I'm sure they were just being silly) and Timmy talked through the first few minutes, however these events may have added more to the experience than they took away. LOL jk, I enjoyed the film really, Chris!! (And no I did not jump at any scenes of people getting shot, or cringe at any semi-nudity scenes – and I never have!! Well... anyway.)

Er.. think that's probably all there is to tell.. Sufficiently bored now? I know.. I know.. at least you managed to last this long! Perhaps Vicky and Jasmine will start blogging properly now, 'cause they write much better posts, right? RIGHT? At least I tried. And at least I haven't re-concluded or anything.

So bye bloggies! 'fraid there's no x's from me, don't want to give you my germs. Yeah.. that's exactly it. Yeah.

Oh! YEAH! SUNDAY. Everyone loves Sunday. Sorry I forgot you, Sunday. Sorry the torture isn't over, bloggies! Went to town, went to Caffee Nero, three quarters of us had coffee, Vicky and Jasmine bought me some lovely laces for my shoes, because they stretched my last laces (grr!!!), went to Marks and Spencer (still not actually sure why), only to be kicked out, went to WHSmith where we had a good look at an A-Z of NOTTINGHAM and where Vicky had a look at a pregnancy book (for the second time, still not actually sure why) and finally got the bus back home, on which the driver undercharged me AGAIN. So noish, yet so annoying.

Right.

You can go now.

Really.

It's over.

It's all good.

BYE.

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