Right, lets start this with pointing out that the blog spirit community has seemed to dried up a bit, do people have lives or something now meaning that they cant write blogs any more.. why..WHY?

Anyway back to the purpose of the Blog, it would seem that my days of drinking and not suffering any consequences except maybe the regretting of actions made whilst intoxicated, which i suppose is quite enough really the silly shit i do. But the last couple times ive gone out drinking ive been feeling a little worse for wears in the morning, yes the hangover. I know most people reading this will be thinking get over it we've all had hangovers. yes yes thats nice, I dont care about you, I have managed to survive this long hangover free but now the hangovers are here. I thought that I might just be lucky but clearly not, even as i write this my head is pounding from last night. I know that sitting at a computer screen isnt necessarily the best thing for a headache but im bored.

Last night I went to a party - no it wasnt another 18th but a 17th some girl called siobhan and to be brutally honest i dont know who the hell she is but i got dragged into going. It wasnt the best night ive ever had, surrounded by a load of people who i dont know and for that matter dont want to know. It was an odd selection of people at a gathering from the chavs complete with big furry hooded puffer jackets to the hardcore grungers with hair that made mine look short and more make up on then most of the girls.

At first i was just sitting there drinking talking to the people i knew and a little bored, regretting coming but as the drinks were flowing i started.. no i didnt it stayed pretty dull the whole time although it did get quite a bit more dramatic as the night went on. So apart from staring at a certain someone accross the room for most of the evening watching her getting on quite well with some dude and getting a little jealous i did very little UNTIL..

It all kicked off first there was nearly a fight between my mate Dom who people know isnt the biggest guy in the world and a HUGE guy who would have almost certainly knocked him out within a matter of seconds. Then things were said between people and there were tears and everything. By this time we were being chucked out of this place (quickly when talking about the place, the people there clearly have no morals just serving anyone, yes i wudnt get served if they were checking id's the whole time but you need limits) me and dom went off, his girlfriend crying matt umm.. somewhere. then me and dom walked off up the road, then came back dont ask me why then we found matt, then got the bus and dom crashed at my house - as you might notice that end bit was a little brief but then thats about all i remember, i was quite drunk despite not having all that much to drink, i was just hyper i think.

Sleeping on the floor isnt nice...

heres a few bits that i have left out:
talking to this guy for a few seconds then downing his drink
people getting high
slamming my finger in a phone box
phoning people at about 12:30..

Now i need to go and lie down

Yes we find ourselves in the 18th year and yes that does mean non-stop partying where physically possible. It took until the 1st of October before the 1st of these parties though. Sorcha Corrigan no more than an aquaintance of mine really but I was invited and so go I did. Me and Blondie went, leaving Tate to go to his conveniently forgotten sisters birthday in Leicster. The Joke is on him though as although the party may have started quite slow due to my shy and retiring nature after the alcohol started flowing there was no stopping me.

On entry the birthday girl greeted us, clearly she had already been at the booze by the time we had arrived, and she greatfully accepted our completely thoughtless presents of a fiver in a card. So straight off to the bar we went, I mean what else do you expect. £2.40 for a pint of Carlsberg, Ive had cheaper Ive had more expensive so that wasn't really a problem, the problem was that despite knowing a lot of people by name I didnt really know them to talk to and me not being the mingling sort stayed firmly glued to the bar. After a pint and a half was drunk in approximately half an hour, Blondie decided to make the first move, he went to sit next to the girl affectionately known as 'X' not because of her association with civil rights in mid-20th century America just to disguise her name for some unknown reason, actually why did she become known as X? Oh well Dan was talking to her and I was sitting there polishing off my second pint. Yes it was a slow start for me on a social basis but it got gradually better as the night progressed.

The first person properlly chatted to was a girl by the name of Dominique, I'm pretty sure she only started talking to me out of pitty for the loser sitting, drinking and talking very little but ah what the hell. So we had a nice little chat, by now everyone was drinking and despite the speed at which I was chucking them down a lot of people were already quite pissed. And now people were just beginning to sit at the table and just rambling on about bull shit even though we didnt know them, ahh the affects of alcohol. Que Chau and Georgina, Chau I briefly knew from previous schools and my history class last year, shes very quiet and has talked to me about once ever. But she was chatting away like nobodys business, quite a funny drunk and georgina some girl in blondies history class i believe, no idea who she is but again chatting away like we've been great friends for years. People came and went including Claire who I had actually been friends with about 10yrs ago but havent talked to since then, she was nice aswell, all these people were nice but only friend material if you catch my drift.

Onto the latter stages of the evening, by this stage I had drunk sufficient amounts for my shameless side to come out and so the dance floor was the only place to go. All the classics were playing from status quo's rockin' all over the world to pretty much the whole Grease soundtrack and I was 'busting some moves' like nobodys business. It was a good laugh I even made Blondie dance with the party girl herself, he was a little hesitant to ask her himself so me having no sense of dignity left went over to her and said that he wanted to dance with her, she accepted as she made me look like a sober erm, there are no good sober references.. Anyway they danced for a little while and I danced some more and it was all good. By now it was getting to the early minutes of the morning, but the last hour of the party went in a flash - so it was time to ask my mum for a lift, that is the type of loving son I am calling my mum at 1am to get a lift home, but no not only me, me, blondie, Kerry who I hadnt spoken to all evening but i know lives just round the corner from me so decided to offer her a lift and kerry's mate who I didnt have a bloody clue who she was. So my mum was coming, it was time to head for the exit where I saw the birthday girl first being thrown up in the air and hitting the ceiling all in the name of the bumps, then being crushed by a quite drunk girl. I being a gentleman helped her up then said goodbye. And that my friends was just about it apart from when I left there was a group of people who had just left and they started chanting 'theres only 1 anthony draper' I'll admit I was flattered if not a little confused as I didnt know half of them. So into the car, everyone goes home, I go to bed

The End of another day in the life of the one and only Ant D

Well as the title suggests this blog will have very little to do with anything and may just involve the first tings that pop into my head...

OK 1st we have my amazing pittsburgh penguins ice hockey shirt, the one i referred to in the 'manly shopping spree' blog, I have finally bought it and yes it is as amazing as was thought.

So thats that, 2nd the funniest joke i heard in a while, it was retrieved from my post on the Yeti forum so readers of that will already know it:

A young woman visits the doctor for a breast examination. When he sees her he is surprised to see an 'O'-shaped mark on her chest.

"Oh," she explains. "That's from my boyfriend's Oxford University jumper. He likes to wear it when we have sex and the crest rubs against my skin."

A couple of weeks later, another girl is in for a breast examination. She whips her top off, and there is a 'C' in the middle of her chest.

The doctor raises an eyebrow while the girl explains that her lover likes to wear his Cambridge University jumper during sex.

Weeks later, a third girl comes in for an examination and she has a 'W' on her chest.

"Ah!" cries the doctor. "Let me guess, you have a boyfriend at Warwick?"

"No," smiles the girl. "I've got a girlfriend at Manchester."

Purchases this week include the warchild album which contains various amazing artists namely babyshambles, razorlight and kaiser chiefs to name but a few, all previously unreleased songs - its great and much of the proceeds go to charity, all should buy this.

I really have nothing else to do except maybe singing a few songs with names being replaced but you know what im not going to do it, although they are brilliant.