Yes we find ourselves in the 18th year and yes that does mean non-stop partying where physically possible. It took until the 1st of October before the 1st of these parties though. Sorcha Corrigan no more than an aquaintance of mine really but I was invited and so go I did. Me and Blondie went, leaving Tate to go to his conveniently forgotten sisters birthday in Leicster. The Joke is on him though as although the party may have started quite slow due to my shy and retiring nature after the alcohol started flowing there was no stopping me.

On entry the birthday girl greeted us, clearly she had already been at the booze by the time we had arrived, and she greatfully accepted our completely thoughtless presents of a fiver in a card. So straight off to the bar we went, I mean what else do you expect. £2.40 for a pint of Carlsberg, Ive had cheaper Ive had more expensive so that wasn't really a problem, the problem was that despite knowing a lot of people by name I didnt really know them to talk to and me not being the mingling sort stayed firmly glued to the bar. After a pint and a half was drunk in approximately half an hour, Blondie decided to make the first move, he went to sit next to the girl affectionately known as 'X' not because of her association with civil rights in mid-20th century America just to disguise her name for some unknown reason, actually why did she become known as X? Oh well Dan was talking to her and I was sitting there polishing off my second pint. Yes it was a slow start for me on a social basis but it got gradually better as the night progressed.

The first person properlly chatted to was a girl by the name of Dominique, I'm pretty sure she only started talking to me out of pitty for the loser sitting, drinking and talking very little but ah what the hell. So we had a nice little chat, by now everyone was drinking and despite the speed at which I was chucking them down a lot of people were already quite pissed. And now people were just beginning to sit at the table and just rambling on about bull shit even though we didnt know them, ahh the affects of alcohol. Que Chau and Georgina, Chau I briefly knew from previous schools and my history class last year, shes very quiet and has talked to me about once ever. But she was chatting away like nobodys business, quite a funny drunk and georgina some girl in blondies history class i believe, no idea who she is but again chatting away like we've been great friends for years. People came and went including Claire who I had actually been friends with about 10yrs ago but havent talked to since then, she was nice aswell, all these people were nice but only friend material if you catch my drift.

Onto the latter stages of the evening, by this stage I had drunk sufficient amounts for my shameless side to come out and so the dance floor was the only place to go. All the classics were playing from status quo's rockin' all over the world to pretty much the whole Grease soundtrack and I was 'busting some moves' like nobodys business. It was a good laugh I even made Blondie dance with the party girl herself, he was a little hesitant to ask her himself so me having no sense of dignity left went over to her and said that he wanted to dance with her, she accepted as she made me look like a sober erm, there are no good sober references.. Anyway they danced for a little while and I danced some more and it was all good. By now it was getting to the early minutes of the morning, but the last hour of the party went in a flash - so it was time to ask my mum for a lift, that is the type of loving son I am calling my mum at 1am to get a lift home, but no not only me, me, blondie, Kerry who I hadnt spoken to all evening but i know lives just round the corner from me so decided to offer her a lift and kerry's mate who I didnt have a bloody clue who she was. So my mum was coming, it was time to head for the exit where I saw the birthday girl first being thrown up in the air and hitting the ceiling all in the name of the bumps, then being crushed by a quite drunk girl. I being a gentleman helped her up then said goodbye. And that my friends was just about it apart from when I left there was a group of people who had just left and they started chanting 'theres only 1 anthony draper' I'll admit I was flattered if not a little confused as I didnt know half of them. So into the car, everyone goes home, I go to bed

The End of another day in the life of the one and only Ant D