Had some folk over on Saturday afternoon for drinks. The plan was to have a few drinks and then head out clubbin’ or some such. But no, at 5am on Sunday we were still there. I think I’m still slightly toasted, but starting to get my head together. A good time was had by all, although the red wine stains on the carpet are going to come back and bite us on the arse when it’s time to get the bond back. House smells of smoke. And why do I always talk shit for hours on end when I’m partying? And why are the neighbours dissing us?
Steve leaves today for S.A for the summer. He will be missed by all.