Wooo another 18th Birthday and this time it was Michael 'Mikey Boy' Lewis.

The group celebrations started on the Thursday night with a nice steak dinner in the stage door restaurant in Wimbledon. The meal was being paid for Mike's mum so of course we all had starters as well as the steak, and very tastey it was too. The bill came to over £100 but as i said we wern't paying so that was no problem. We then quickly went into weatherspoons for a couple of pints before heading off home to regenerate before school the next day but more importantly for the next evenings celebrations.

On to Friday night, for me it started badly, I forgot to bring my bloody passport, so 5 minutes down the road I had to run back and get it.. This did not make me the latest person though. Typically Mike was late but it was his day so he can be forgiven but Matt was gonna be 25 mins late so we got the bus without him, I mean we didnt want to waste good drinking time now.

When we got to Kingston we looked for somewhere to get a few cheap drinks in before the main event. We found Lloyds which used to be a Weatherspoons and so it was brilliantly cheap.. the bad thing about this was it was bloody packed and so took half an hour to get served, Matt had even caught up with us by the time the 1st round was bought (well we actually bought two rounds simultaneously, didnt want to have to wait again) Those were drank with haste and before i knew it me and Mike were up at the bar again and contrary to popular belief we only bought a pint each and did not have double shots of sambuka...

after that we moved upstairs to get a bit more room, Shane meanwhile went to the DJ to get him to say happy birthday to Mikey Boy for the first time that evening. We had another pint and shot each and listened to a few tunes and then by about 10:30/11 we made our way to the Works

The Works is a massive club, unfortunately it dabbles mostly in R'n'B and Hip Hop but due to Oceana being over 19s we didnt really have much choice.

As soon as we got into the place we went up to the bar for another round of Sambucca beforw heading to the dance floor.. No not the main one, we were off to the Cheese room as that was where the good music was at.  We were all up there for a good while listening to the likes of the Proclaimers, Jackson 5 and of Course Bon Jovi (which we heard about 10 times over the night). There wasnt much action in the cheese room though so we did venture down to the main floor which was pretty packed and largely with lovely ladies. We spent a bit of time there before Dave got his arse pinched by some fat (not overweight or plump, just plain FAT) girl who then proceeded to 'shake her thang' in front of me, it was both disturbing and hilarious. We quickly walked away from that. We were then ambushed by bikini clad women selling shots.. who can say no to half naked women so we had 2 of those then scooted off back to the cheese room for some more of the real stuff. A few of the group had some more drinks but I, despite my usual crown of one of the best drinkers in the group, turned it down. For a while we danced there again until Dave and Mike sneaked off and I was left with Matt and Shane in the cheese room (im nit sure where little dave had dissapeared to at this point). Neither Matt or Shane are bg dancers and so they were standing round the sides leaving me to dance in on my lonesome which was a bit lame, so we went to find the others.

We caught up with them back on the main dance floor dancing with some ladies.. I moved in and stole the one that Dave was dancing with and just as she was starting to lean into me (who can blame her) Dave took my hand and put it on her arse, she quickly then walked away. This was a tad annoying.. that scotish bastard. Anyway we carried on dancing there for a while before I made another break for the cheese floor. Here we met some girls who Dave knew somehow, knows everyone that boy, and we danced with them for most of the rest of the evening. The Tunes were starting to fly now, YMCA, Cotton Eyed Joe and a bit of Girls Aloud just to mention a brief intersection of it. And finally Mike brought out his signature move, the 'dealing of the cards' which was again spectacular.

The evening (which at this point was now morning) was slowing down, although apparently not for Mike who dissapeared back down to the dance floor and apparently pulled twice.. but none of us saw it. I drank a coke.. i actually couldnt face any more alcohol.. getting sensible in my old age. Dave got a kiss goodnight (only on the cheek) from the really hot girl that he knew. And then we left the club at about 2am. Me and Dave were up for staying longer but no one else seemed to.

At first there was a bit of confusion about how we were getting home.  Little Dave took the sensible option, the Night Bus which I now wish I had taken. The rest of us took cabs, mike and matt in one and me, dave and shane in the other. Cost bloody £18 for the 3 of us to get home, disgraceful. Anyway I got home at about ten to 3 in the morning and fell straight to sleep

END!

next post is more than likely to be about Wednesdays trip to see the Holloways.. WOO

I couldn't be arsed to write any blog following my 18th Birthday as I felt it was uneeded, On my actual birthday I went to the pub to watch the Arsenal game, of course we bloody lost again so that was annoying. Then I had my family party on the weekend where I didnt get particularly drunk because I was having more fun watching my various relatives and friends of family getting drunk. Both my mum and cousin did double shots of Absinth which was pretty funny and impressive. Somehow it seemed to effect my mum very little whereas my cousin just became absoulutely hilarious if a little incomprehensible. Telling me of his stories in a Dutch strip club was quite amusing. At about midnight we all sat in the living room singing Beatles songs and such like true hippies it was a good night.

Second point that needs to be made, It has been over a year now since I have started my blog - is that committed or just plain sad? I dunno. I know that in the more recent months my blogging has been mucher fewer and further between which is a dissapointment for all but the things that I wrote about before barely seem exciting enough to blog about any more. I will carry on going though, every once in a while writing a new blog, I am not like the quitters who after a year change to making monthly pod casts or quit completely, I carry on.

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