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  • Party Time

    I thought I should get one more blog in before my 18th Birthday comes about and so here it is, I am going to write about the very late Mitcham and Morden Labour Party's New Years Party.


    Despite earlier that day playing a grueling three hours or so of football I decided that I should attend this function rather than stay in and rest up, I mean I was personally invited and so it would have been rude of me not to turn up. And I am rather glad that I did so as it turned out to be to my surprise a good evening.

    Not surprisingly it started quite slowly, with everyone ariving, I did have a nice alcoholic beverage and then came the feast that was the buffet dinner.. it was scrumptious - I have no idea what was on my plate as i took just about everything that was on offer and apart from the occasional mouthfull which tasted bad (im thinking fish) it was largely a tasty dish. After the buffet it was again quite slow until the clock struck ten minutes to ten. The start of the speaches, I jokingly turned to Ross (a real person, not my hand) and said that at 10, the lights would go out and the music would start. The speaches took about ten minutes and then when the clock struck ten o'clock.. yes the lights went out and the music started. I was quite surprised as the majority of the audience was 60+ and so a boogie didnt seem the plausable end to the evening but im not complaining.

    The music was pretty boring to start with and so I wasnt dancing but surprisingly Ross was. Ross never dances, he infact has told me before that he cant think of anything more pointless. And so, seeing him dance only led to me beginning to believe the rumours that he fancies Jenny (If you loyal readers remember, Jenny is the 23 yr old Mancunian with a boyfriend who I met on my work experience, she is clearly attractive and a nice girl but way off limits).

    My sister requested that the DJ put on the Macarena as everyone knows that that song is a sure fire way to get me onto the dance floor and it proved to work again. I was up there strutting my stuff to the music.. now comes into play the 3 hours of football again. I was knackered by the time the Macarena had finished but then came Amarillo so I thought it my duty to start the amarillo conga. Then YMCA, then the labour party anthem 'things can only get better' by this time I actually had a stitch and so had to sit down.


    In conclusion it was a good night despite my doubts at first, there is nothing quite like dancing to camp party anthems


    Until im 18.. farewell

  • Merry Christmas and a happy Newcastle

    Wow my blog title is almost witty, how strange. Well since my last blog I have had a haircut (see the photo album on the left) I have had a nice little Christmas and gone to Newcastle for my cousin's 21st birthday and come back ready to party tonight for new years.


    My Christmas was pretty uneventful, apart from the fact that the whole day was moved back about an hour from last year it was pretty much exactly the same. It is almost sad that I dont have the youthful exuberence of.. well my youth and getting up at 5 or 6 o'clock in the morning, this year it was more like 9. My presents consisted of CDs, DVDs, Games, Clothes and money mainly which was nice all very useful and/or wanted except for a very odd present given to me by one of my mums long lost friends who clearly doesnt know me at all and so decided to get me a cd by a french MC called Solaar.. being adventurous i gave it a listen but unsurprisingly i quickly got bored and then fell asleep whilst listening. I had a massive dinner which was lovely, then onto the annual board games all evening which is always a laugh.

    Boxing day saw the aunties and uncles come over to my house for a nice boxing day meal which was nice.. only word to describe it really wasnt fun really, just nice. On the 27th my Granny from the Isle of Wight came to my house for apparently the first time in 14 years, which is pretty shocking really. That was also.. nice if a little more stressful as I had to quickly tidy my room as she wanted a house tour as she hadnt seen it for so long.


    Then on the 28th of December saw me go up to the (Spiritual) Homeland that is Newcastle. The main reason was for my cousin Gemma's 21st birthday but also to see some of my family who live up there. I arrived in Newcastle central station at 4ish and got a taxi up to Birtley (where my cousin actually lives). Watched the TV for a little while before moving on to the hall where the party would be and what a party it was. At 7:30 it really started to get going with the DJ playing some great tunes, a tasty buffet meal and of course a good few drinks. I didnt really get into it until about 10ish, midway through my 4th pint of lager when lo and behold the DJ throws in the Macarena and no one in their right or wrong mind can resist the Macarena and so I was up strutting y stuff to the beat which is where i stayed for most of the rest of the party dancing to all sorts of camp party anthems aswell as some more modern tunes. The party had to stop at 11 because of the hall only being hired for that time and so a large percentage of the 70+ people from the party went back to the house. I thought that the party would go down from then on but no, I was wrong, talking with drunken Geordie students was brilliant, who would have thought that you could hold down a half an hour long conversation about socks. I wish I could remember the hilarious things that were said but unfortunately that is about as much of the conversations that I remember because i was supplied with more alcoholic beverages. After my 6th Pint of lager (in total, not just at the house) my uncle comes up to me and asks me in his strong geordie accent "what you drinking puffy lager for man, here let me get you something else" to which i followed him into the kitchen and I was offered all sorts of spirits some of which i had tried and some of which I hadnt. I decided in the end to go for the Gin on Tonic which by my reckonning was rather heavy on the gin but it was still very nice, so i had 2 of those, the 2nd even stronger than the first and so by 2 o'clock and a few amusing conversations later i was a little drunk.  Then I went to bed..

    The day after the party was quite a quiet day with everyone suffering a little from the night before


    But Friday saw the post Christmas sales shopping trip to the METRO CENTRE, the biggest shopping mall in Europe so I'm told. It is such an amazing place. We were there for 5 hours and we didnt even cover half of the shops. I did manage to buy though, a belt, a Delays album, the Louis XIV album, a couple singles from the bargain bucket and shaun of the dead on DVD but tht was mainly to use up a woolworths voucher i got for Christmas. I love that place and I think that me and my mates must go to Newcastle, would be the ultimate shopping challenge not like tiny little Kingston.


    Anyway, So today, New Years eve We came home and I am now ready to go out partying again to bring in 2006 with a BANG!. See you in the new year

  • A Year is a very long time

    I was thinking today, just how long has my hair been growing - this thought came into my mind most likely because I am getting a hair cut tomorrow, not so much of a cut more of a trim i hope. Anyway when lulling over the facts i realised that it has probably already been over a year since I last had my hair cut. Now I don't know about you readers but for me that marks quite an amazing triumph. I have of course prepared before and after pictures for you to see this process in its entirety.

    This, not entirely flattering, picture of myself must have been taken late in 2004 or possibly even early 2005 as it has been taken with my sisters christmas present (a webcam). Ignoring the very shiny face you will be able to see that my hair is quite incredibly short. Now this picture, again not entirely flattering, but a little better in my opinion shows my hair today, december 13th 2005 and you can truly see the difference a year makes. I bring my hair back to the attention of the blog because as i mentioned earlier, tommorow is the day of my haircut and to put it bluntly, I'm terrified that my luscious locks will be taken down in their prime and thus lose me all my identity. I will readily admit that my hair is probably a little too long now but i still love it and to see any of it go will be hard for me. I'm sure though the professional touch of a hairdresser (not barber oh no, this will be styled amazingly) will delight me and bring me mouch joy.


    On a completely unrelated note.. THERE ARE ONLY 3 MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL. Yes the Christmas holidays are upon us again and for me they will be as busy if not busier than usual. I still have Christmas shopping, I'm sure drinking, a visit from my gran who lives in the isle of wight, tidying my room, revising for exams in january, christmas day itself, boxing day - both seeing family and the sutton utd vs carshalton match, post Christmas shopping in the sales, more revision for the january exams, going to newcastle for my cousins 21st Birthday and then new years celebrations.. Phew that is a lot.. even more than I was expecting. Oh well i'm sure that I will have fun in the process


    for now people i wish you farewell.. tarrah