The Book of Ashes

My leaving do at work... 11:43AM

Ok so my fairwell was not so bad. Either they were too scared to do anything to me, or too lazy. Both are believable. I told the director of the company, after he tried scaremongering me, that I would camp outside work for a month with a water gun squirting him everytime he entered the building if he did anything to me. He was suitably scared. Instead I received a gift for my years of hard work. A card and a bottle of Drambuie cream and $250 worth of Gordon's vouchers (an outdoors place). So overall I was pretty stoked with the outcome. I broke open the cream and did shots of that with people. We headed home for lots of toast and a few brewskies then back into town to catch up with Bev and his bitches at the FATs... (their idea not mine). Now Sifty mentions his heinous hangover well left me tell you what contributed to mine... it was those two shots of green chartruse you cruel bastard, and not only those but the next two that followed and then the one after that. On top of a lot of beers, drambui cream and a number of other drinks I was completely written. Recovery the next day involved a massive sleep in. We ended up going to Diva though for a good dance.

So yesterday was spent rather quietly, nursing a dulled head and thinking at half the clock speed. Thomas rang up and said he is coming down for the week, possibly for some work I've lined him up for through Mr Werry. Dan & I managed to get ourselves around the corner to vote and went for a wonder through town. Martin came by then we headed out for a quiet night of DVDs at Bev & Jos. They now have a new DVD player, and dryer, and dehumidifier... Lots of new toys.

So last night at 1 or 2am I got a text message from Reggie. Out at the pubs, probably drunk. So write me a story Reggie, paint me a picture of your night. Tell me what you were up too...

So once again its Sunday. I've brought new laces today, been for a walk. Its windy again and now ChunkyB has taken over the world... All hail ChunkyB