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

Its 18th time again and this time it is Mr. Matthew 'Tasty' Tate. Tate was born in a remote suburb of Ireland called Potato, there he learned to farm from his father, the great Jim Tate A.K.A. The Great Farmer of the west. Being introduced to fame at such a young age because of his father's farming prowess, Tate had to grow up quickly and fend for himself as Jim clearly had no time for him, why would he? he's famous. Anyway Tate moved to England at the age of 3 when his family through him onto the cheapest flight they could find. He has been here ever since where he has heroicly managed to keep up both his school career and a booming farming industry.

(Some of the above story may not be true)

To the 18th Celebrations that took place on Friday. Of course it was Wimbledon and in the local Weatherspoon pub, I didnt go to this part, being without genuine or false identification i thought I would leave this part of the evening to the others. But on my way into Wimbledon I get a phone call from the party boy himself telling me to run to Wimbledon as there was no bouncer. Despite what you readers may think I do have some dignity and so refused bluntly to run but instead decided to take up a rather brisk walk. To my horror I arrived about 2 minutes too late and the bouncer got there, if I had ran it would have been an entirely different story but I didnt and so we carry on like this.

I waited outside with Dan (Blondie) who had just come too but also didnt have any ID. At 8:30ish Tate and Dave came out of the pub to greet me and Blondie and so we went up to the easier hunting ground that is Wimbledon Village and to the Dog and Fox. There the 4 of us consumed a few alcoholic beverages, whilst waiting for the rest of the group to come out of Weatherspoons - they had EVILY stayed in there for several more rounds deserting the party boy on his day, disgusting - little did we know that in wishing them up there we may have ruined our own time. When they got there all was fine despite a little bad tension at first. Tate was already getting a little on the tipsy side, drinking his drink the most odd fashion thinkable - leaning down to it then picking it up, very peculiar - he has later claimed that he was doing this on purpose..

But no it was not all fun and games, I managed to get chucked out.. HOW EMBARRASING despite being under age I dont get chucked out of places ever. I believe that we were only questioned because of the large size of the group. I was escorted out of the establishment by a friendly bouncer, who I went on to have a little chat with, he was a top notch kinda guy, I think believing I was over legal drinking age but just pointing out that if I was served the guy could lose his license blah blah. Blondie shortly got chucked out too. Then we all left and headed down into Wimbledon again.

On the way down we bumped into a few people who we know from school, had a little chat then swiftly moved on, down to 'Po Na Na's' a Night Club that on first approach didnt allow us in because of our shoes - Apparently they had a new dress code. We were annoyed then moved on into a little place that was about as dead as the dodo to coin a well used phrase. We couldnt stay there and so we decided to ingeniously fool the bouncers into letting us in to the club by going 2 by 2. At first this appeared to be working with the first 3 pairs getting in, but of course I was in the 4th pair and me and Dave were rejected because of our converse. Bastards. But we hung about outside for a while and whether it was through pity or just sheer generosity the bouncer finally let us in, first giving us a speech how we shouldn't take the bouncers for mugs etc. but then he let us in and the party really got swinging.

The music was blaring, the drinks were flowing and so inevitably the moves started appearing. At first most of the group were a little slow to get up to the dance floor, but not Tate as he was already quite plastered. He tried dancing with just about every girl in the place and despite following them round the dance floor not seeming to be very succesful in 'getting in there', this will be further enhanced later. Everyone started dancing after a while though andit was good, I cant say I remember what songs were being played, not because I was herendously drunk but because they were largely generic dance tunes with no real substance but for some reason just make you want to boogie. I was clearly the best dancer there *cough cough* and thus was surrounded by women, Dave was also doing similar things and im sure Mike was too, Tate was getting to the stage of too drunk to move and the rest were just hanging around. Darryl and Matt Bond left to get the last tram - party poopers - and the rest of us partied until about half past one, when Tate was looking a bit worse for wear so we initially sat him down. I then felt a tap on my shoulder, it was one of the girls Tate had been dancing with and lets just say she wasnt all too complementary about Tate but then again she did have a point, being asked what year you are in when your 28 may be a little off putting.

We took Tate outside, where he appeared to get a lot better remarkably quicker. I said that I wasnted to go back in but most people didnt. Me, Tate and Blondie did try to get back in but the bouncer (a different one to the one that let us in) said NO! bastard I thought, so I decided to argue my case, by this time Tate and Blondie had walked off and so even if the bouncer had said yes, there would have been little point in me going in. Yet I stood there and argued the toss with him for a good 5 minutes, I was coming up with sensible arguments which he was just irrationally chucking back in my face. I then got bored and walked off.

And that was pretty much the end of the night and thus the end of my blog

Bye for now blog fans