Not only the name of a fantastic daytime channel 4 show but it also is a good word to represent me nearing the end of my time here, before i move on to pastures new in the shape of University. It seems to have all come round very quickly.. I can remember my 1st day of 6th form like it was yesterday and yet here i am on the eve of my university life.

Last weekend saw a number of people including Dave and Matt, leave for university and so as we do with most Occasions we went to the pub to celebrate. and celebrate we did. I Got to the pub quite late at around nineish to see that a few people were already there and from what happened next I assume they had been there a while because Harvey managed to drop his pint on the floor and smash his glass into itty bitty pieces, thats the 2nd time hes done that on a night out with us.. poor show. The night went on the drinks... trickled rather than flowed because the bar queue was so bloody long. Then by the end of the night no one was really drunk, Tate was the most but then hey whats new and we all said our goodbyes to Dave and Matt. Matt actually walked back to my house where we watched some footy highlights for a bit before he walked off home at 2:30ish despite my generous offer for him to crash the night. (for close followers of the blog I also got the £10 owed to me by Phoebe that night which was nice)

It hit me soon after that night that my life was indeed changing - don't grown that I am getting all emotional, you dont have to read this - it wasnt that I was just living away for 3 years but also that after those 3 years I would have to be in work and so I started thinking this is really an end of an era. That thought stayed for a while and then I realised SHIT its the end of an era and i havn't got a clue what I'm doing and Im not gonna make any friends at uni and im gonna fail all my exams and my life will be hell from now until the day I die. Luckily these thoughts soon passed aswell largely through the help of miss Laura's kind words, she having lived through the 1st year of university managed to calm me down a bit and now I find myself quite looking forward to the prospect of going.

So what do you do when you realise its all going to be ok?? you go out to the pub again of course, a week later, this night wasn't as successful with very few people turning up but ah well saw Leander for the 1st time in a while with his, dare i say it, stylish new hair do... what he paid for it to look like that need not be mentioned (lots). But the night wasnt all bad oh no, in parts it was quite interesting, especially the bar maid who when serving me said hey Anthony despite me not having the faintest idea who she was, she did look vaguely familiar to me but no matter how hard i try and can not put a name or a reason for knowing with that face. Also as the night progressed I saw some others that i probably wont see again before uni starts. The night did end rather early though as I was home by about eleven and speant the rest of the night talking on msn, which was nice.

I am looking forward to this going to uni malarky, its all very exciting with my accomodation being finalised and my loan going through and my shiny shiny new laptop coming through the post. But it is not all fun and games, there are still a lot of things that need doing such as major shopping trips and of course sorting out my bloody bank account which those fine people at Lloyds TSB managed to muck up for me. Nevertheless, with only a week to go before uni starts I am looking forward rather than back.

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Ok so I didnt fulfil my promise of 3 blogs in 4 days but the last one is here now so you should all just rejoice and be merry. My excuse for lateness may seem a little odd, no it wasn't that my week was too busy to fit the writing of the blog in it was actually quite the opposite, the end of my week turned out to be a lot less busy than I was expecting and hence I didnt have anything to write about and so I decided to wait a little longer until I had enough information to write a suitable blog about.

Right so I left you on Friday morning just after Laura had left.. and that was pretty much it for friday apart from an appointment with the bank to get my student account sorted out, we didnt go out on Friday night as it was previously suggested and so I stayed home and did very little.

Saturday too saw cancellations on what I thought was going to happen. I thought I was going to be dragged along to this birthday party in Clapham because Tate wanted to go and we couldnt let him go on his own but in the end he text us saying he couldnt actually go in the end.. he didnt tell us why this was but we didnt ask. Instead I went to the Labour Party quiz in Sutton which is always a bit of fun. In the past it has had some strange themes including Ireland and the number 7, this time the quiz was loosely based around Trade Unions which you would think is quite sensible for a Labour Party Quiz. Unfortunately trade unions arent one of my strong knowledge areas but I did manage to get a few answers such as correctly guessing the tune Union City Blue by Blondie. Overall we managed to come a good second after 10 rounds.

 Then to Sunday and doing something that was actually planned. Going to my Auntie's house to celebrate her 60th birthday.. it was a nice little occasion with a barbeque and as you have to when there is lotd of food and not much else to do I ate. I think I had 3 burgers, 2 hot dogs and 2 baked potatoes which I thought was pretty impressive, I also managed two bowls full of various puddings and this was before the cake had even been cut, lovely. I did obviously feel quite sick for a while. And that was it for sunday

Now I think you can see why I couldnt write a blog just about that, a bit boring really so I will add on the events of Monday aswell, not that this was particularly interesting it just adds a bit more.

First I went to play a bit of Tennis with matt, blondie and Tony, In the 1st match a doubles encounter, the pairing of me and blodie won 6-1 which was largely due to me beautiful service action, I was the only player not to double fault in the match. In the singles tournament I didnt fair quite aswell only winning one match against Matt but I blame that largely on fatigue, I even resorted to serving left hand for a bit because my right arm was dead, it wasnt all bad either as my left hand did serve up two unreturnables.

Then in the evening I was supposed to see something in a record shop with John but it turned out that we turned up too late and we ended up going to the Queens head pub up in piccadilly where we had a pint and me and Dave had nice meals before John dragged us to this place called Shisha bar where people do this thing which looks like smoking but isnt or something. Of course me being very moral I wouldn't try the stuff mainly because it looked like smoking also I didnt believe John saying that it was just flavoured steam. Something that you smoke and it relaxes you sounds like it must be some sort of drug to me. Anyway so I ended up watching others puff on this 'steam' whilst I sat there and let what had started as a little headache develop into an extremely painful thing. I left the place at about 9:30 and made my way home straight down the northern line and was in bed shortly afterwards.

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This blog is unsurprisingly going to be about the events of the gig and those before and after, how very exciting it must be for all of you who are sitting at home and waiting to read this.

I woke up nice and late, about 12ish I think it was after the late night the day before, amongst other things I wrote a blog and managed to not tell my mum that I had told my good friend Laura that she could stay the night. So when at 5 o'clock I came in the door and introduced her to my mum she was a little bit shocked and then embarrased when I said she was going to stay the night as the house was such a mess. And of course I still hadnt tidyed my room which I have been saying I will do for God knows how long now and so she couldn't sleep there so whilst we were out mum did a lightning clean of the house including my brothers old room where Laura eventually slept.

The first stop was the pub in Wimbledon where we were to meet everyone although that didnt go quite to plan, as Rosie and Phoebe thought we were meeting at the station before going to the pub and Matt didnt come to the pub at all but it was all sorted out pretty sharpish and me and Dave had nice pub meals and Laura bloody nicked halh my chips.

We then walked down to South Wimbledon Tube station and got the train up to Kings Cross, I had told Dave it was only a half hour long journey which was one of the draws which made him come but of course it was much longer than that, closer to an hour in fact but soon enough we were there and scala was literally 20 meters down the road. We all went in and went for a drink which to be honest maybe a tad overpriced.. I didnt actually think to ask how much my beer was but we worked out that a vodka and orange cost £3.70, disgusting.

But anyway we moved in and waited for the warm up act to come on, after a little while Rosie and Phoebe left us saying they were going to look for somewhere to sit.. and that was the last we saw of them the whole night, we tried to reunite at one point but then gave up. And Phoebe managed to get out with out paying me for the ticket.. shes a sneaky one that girl but I will get my money.

The warm up act were called Alterkicks who I had actually heard of previously which was a first for me and they were pretty good, nothing special in my opinion but nevertheless a good solid start to the evenings music although they did go on a bit.

By the time Larrikin Love came on me and Laura had moved up towards the front leaving Dave, Matt and Blondie behind. They played a very good set, a lot of ones I had heard and a couple which I hadnt. They ended on one of their lesser known songs which was a ploy that confused me but it became apparent what was happening when no one moved after the set had appeared to be finished.. they were waiting for the encore and this time they ended with a song called Calypso which is pretty much what it says on the tin. A lively, party tune and thus a brilliant one to end on.

After they had finished we all moved outside and waited for Rosie and Phoebe but it turned out that they had already gone, so we went home on the Thameslink train which was quite quick. Laura who had a little to drink was shouting abuse at me despite me being nothing but a gentleman all night to her, no manners at all. We got off at Wimbledon, Dave gave me, Laura and Matt lifts home and then I went to bed.

Earlyish (about 11) this morning Laura left for Nottingham and that was that adventure over. END

oh and P.S. me and blondie didnt get the night bus home as was stated in the last blog, unfortunately the game was given away that we had actually walked all the way home from Kingston in a journey that took for me  about three hours including a small detour (not getting lost a detour)