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.

Ahh today was a completely compelling yet utterly wasted day of my 17 year old life. As I would any other friday, I set off for school, pretty normal I hear you cry but no, this is not the case when we got to school there was a powercut and due to what I can only imagine are safety reasons, we were sent home again.

So after a detour past the legendary Wimbledon Village Bakery, Wimbledon common and briefly centre court shopping centre, I made my way home. I was home by half past the eleventh hour and so decided.. why not a few hours on the computer, when 5 o'clock came i realised that maybe I had been on a little too long and so preperation for the evening commenced

My 2 offers for this lovely evening were a pub quiz or goin 2 a mates house, with a bag of chips and a telly. Of course I thought I'll go for the pub quiz, it should be a laugh and I'd get a few pints down me. Oh God how i wish i had just settled for a bag of chips and the telly.. Realising not until I got there, what sort of lousy pub has a quiz on a Friday, thats when booze ups should be happening, oh of course a 'pub' to use the phrase lightly filled with people predomenantly over 75. After the several death threats I made to the organiser *cough David McCulloch dont let him organise anything again the stupid Scotish twat cough* we decided what the hell we'll just do the quiz and make the most of the evening. 1st hurdle, as we wernt members of this place we couldt order drinks, so we had to make some other people order them for us. The quiz as you may have guessed was aimed at a slightly more mature audience hence we came a good second last, beating only the team of girls who we went with, which was no contest really.

Could the night get any worse? Yes, we were only allowed 2 drinks all night, bloody hell the least we could do at this place was have a little drink but no the girlies who had to order for us refused, suggesting that after 3 pints we might get a little rowdy... I can understand their concern at this since 1 of the girls after only 2 drinks did attempt to steal a childs bike from outside a house...

So although a bit of a laugh it was a bit of a rubbish night, only 2 drinks and only 1 measly inuendo about David in front of everyone, it was the least i could do after his apauling organising..

From now on Organisers cant be me or dave, we cant organise so someone else do it.

tarrah