Yes, I move in high circles and so I get to go to a number of great occasions such as this the bi-yearly party of Lord Wahid Ali (the man who created big breakfast and is thus a millionaire). With the title of Lord though you might think that he would be a boring old snob but no he is a fun loving type and thus throws one hell of a party.

The day starts with an annoyingly long 2 and a half hour long coach trip down to the massive house in hastings or at least somewhere near there. This was ok though due to having lovely music playing in my ear the whole time.

We got there a bit early really, nothing had started so the first half hour or so entailed me searching around the massive grounds of the estate, I could tell you what I saw at this point but I want to leave it for a surprise later. Anyway by the time I got back to where I started from the food was beginning to be served and what a selection there was. Either the hot dog/burger option or the posh looking salads and stuff of course being me i had one helping of each before moving onto the legendary chocolate fountain. This is a fountain which flows running ,elted chocolate which you can dip marshmallows and other such treats into, its amazing over the course of the night I visited its bounty a good three or four times.

Now onto the main event of the evening.. the fair ground rides. Yes he rents fair ground rides for his party, there are bumper cars, a merry-go-round, a big wheel, a helter skelter and a big inflatable slide. Me being such a big man I of course went straight for the bumber cars, of couse these rides are all free to go on and have small queues. I must add here that I had already by this point had 2 bottles of lager and so was on the limit of drink driving which in bumper cars is great fun but not to be recommended with real cars. I did over the course of the night sample all of the rides apart from the giant inflatable slide which got punctured quite early and so died.

Then I went back to the first field, got a few more drinks and then started dancing to the live music which happened to be a band called 'simply 80s' and so unsurprisingly they sang a load of 80s covers which was quite fun but could have been better cos i mean if its all 80s where is the macarena..? its non existent and thus its hardly a party.

Throughout tje evening this was the pattern, moving from long stints on the bumper cars, where I steadily became more violent as more alcohol got into my body and unfortunately I am paying for that today due to the huge bruises all over my body and pain in my neck but it was worth it, and then back to the dance floor over the other side. Occasionally stopping off and talking to people. I had a long conversation with a guy called paul who I havnt seen in years and we exchanged drink stories and him having had a year at uni already beat me easily, there were some really quite impressive stories but most too grotesque to put on here.

Now the toilets, you wouldnt think would be one of the highlights but they were amazing. They were hired toilets, portaloos if you will, but no ordinary ones, they were luxury. They had lovely carpets, wallpaper, pictures on the wall, flushing toilets, air freshener it was easily better then most pub toilets ive been in, more like a house toilet, very impressive it was. There I shall end the night because there wasnt much else.

We got back on the coach at about 1:30-2 and proceeded to have a drunk sing a long session for an hour, it was beautiful. All the classics merged into one drunken mush. Despite it all being good, if I were to pick out a few highlights they must be kharma chameleon which was very fast and descended into anarchy and ofcourse bohemian rhapsody with its high notes and complicated rythms it was a complete shambles and hence hilarious. We got home withing 2 hours due to there being no traffic on the roads at such an ungodly hour and went straight to bed.

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So I think that is just about it, the end of the 18th's year and the birthday of David McCulloch, no longer does he have to use his brothers ID although it has been pretty kind to him over the past 18 months or so.

To celebrate we had a nice simple drink in weatherspoons or lloyds or whatever you want to call it. So i got there at about 8, found dave and a few others and we started on the drinking. After a while I gave Dave his card and the magnificent present that is Jackson Browne's greatest hits (I had promised to give him that since about November when he made me buy it) anyway he of course loved that, possibly a little bit more than the Incredibles DVD that he recieved from Mary.

More drinks came in and Chris Aldred pointed a new game out to us which despite being quite fun will more than likely ruin any future drinking trips that we have. It involved throwing a penny into someones glass when they are holding it and if it goes in the person holding has to down their pint. I got caught once but didnt manage to down it, I was quite ashamed in fact. Tate impressively managed to down his pint on two seperate occasions. The drinks carried on like this for a little while before we all seemed to move up to the bar area and of course this means shots.

I had a few strange concoctions including something that tasted like sambuka but had some gold glitter in it.. quite pointless. I must have had quite a few shots because thinking about it I dont remember much about this stage of the evening apart from playing on the quiz machine for a little while.

I then nearly lost my bag with my keys and passport in but John (who was sober because of having his tonsels out) helped me find it, what a nice chappy he is but soon after that he seemed to dissapear. Then the quite regretable incident which no ones quite sure how or why it started. All the guys started kissing each other on the cheek and as far as i know there are quite a number of photos of this happening and I dont look particularly masculin in them. Dave on the other hand looks distinctly bi-sexual not only did he take part in the gay kissing scenario he did also kiss chau a number of times which was quite funny talking about the next day.

That is about it that I remember from inside the pub, I dont think I did anything else to embarass myself with but the fact is I was quite drunk so I cant be 100% sure but luckily everyone else was drunk too so even if I did no one will ever know. The next part I remember clearly is outside (quite how i got there i cant remember) and helping matt bond throw up. It was a beautiful sight, after a while of I think Dave trying to hail a taxi, we decided to call his mum who came to pick him up. We all helped matt to the car and then went home.

If anyone who reads this does have a better memory of any of the events do feel free to tell me about them because my memory is a bit hazy. Tarrah for now

Ok this blog is a little late because it has just been too hot of late to contemplate doing anything, even a task as simple as writing a blog. But now it is here and I am sure you will all be rejoicing in the fact.

So this blog is about me and a few others going to see the wonder that was milburn playing a gig in the electric ballroom in Camden.

It started by the 3 lads, me, Dave and Tate going up to camden by tube to find a little establishment to have a quick little drinky before we started. The plan was to meet the lovely ladies, Phoebe and Rosie but NOO they had to be complicated (and not for the last time on that evening) and not turn up. It was ok though we didnt need them we met John, the loveable drunk Irishman. He was brilliant, he told us how he had never fought anyone and yet had thrown people out of windows for invading his space. At one point we thought he was going to hit an old man who was looking at him funny. And when he asked Dave to buy him a drink we didnt think we should argue. So we quickly finished off our pints there, said our goodbyes to John who I now miss terribly and left up the road to get in line.

When in line for the gig the girls FINALLY made it, then we waited a while and I saw a guy who I remembered seeing at the Essex university open day - yes the time in the queue was very exciting. Then we went in. 1st stop was of course the toilet as I had been dying to go since we left the pub, I didnt want to stay there any longer than necessary.

Then drinks which were rather pricey and of course as at all the finest establishments they were in plastic cups. So we had a couple of those met up with the John that we actually knew had another drink and then went to the floor to hear the first warm up band. Now they were called Kharma 45 and their guitarist was called Pete Doherty, unfortunately that is just about all they had going for them. They were dull, thee girls seemed to like them, I dunno maybe one of the members was devilishly good looking or something but anyway I was glad when that was over.

Me and John initially went to the bar by ourselves and i watched him down a pint which was quite impressive and then we got some more drinks. By this time the others had come back to the bar area to join us. And all of us lads were happily drinking away when I noticed that the girls weren't drinking. Being the gentleman that I am I offered to get them one, but they said no. I knew that this was due to politeness rather than not actually wanting one and so I asked again and again but I was greeted with mystic riddles. 'we wont say yes but if drinks were to appear in front of us we would probably drink them'. This would be bad enough if I hadnt already had a little drop of alcohol inside me so at this point I was getting a tad confused. I ended up getting drinks for them and by the time I got round to it everyone else was finished so I ended up buying a whole round. And If I am not mistaken they drank them. During this whole fiasco the second warm up band was going on and they were even worse than the 1st. They were called Cute is what we aim for.. what a terrible name and matched with terrible songs.

And finally Milburn came onto the stage and so we all rushed up as close as we could get. A barrier of people stopped us from getting any closer but I wasnt having that, so I pushed my way to the front before realising no one was following me. Oh well I was there being pushed and shoved around like nobodys business but it wasnt as violent as what I hear from Leanders experiences so I was still living by the end. The set was great, I heard a lot of my old favourites along with quite a selection that I had never heard before. By the end of the set though I was regretting being at the front amongst the pushing and shoving. Although it was fun and did help people including good old John (not irish drunk) to crowd surf. But the downside was the horrible amount of sweatyness I was covered in by the end of which a lot wasnt my own. It had turned out that the girls had left before the end, probably for the best that they didnt see me in that state. Us four lads though remained there 'till the end, 3 of us bought t-shirts and then trotted off back to the station. John dissapeared down the escalator never to be seen again and the rest of us sat down and tubed it all the way home.

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