#158. don-judeel

Yeah, yeah, it's been a while since the last post, but screw you guys, not much has been happening.

Thursday's Whelan's night drinking went without serious incident. This is a relief considering the last 4-5 weeks' felonies, including a stolen hat, a stolen jacket and two out-kickings. Michael also managed to narrowly avoid his trademark foot-in-mouth shenanigans (ask for details). The then night was rounded off nicely by a burger and coffee in eddie's pockets. You do really appreciate a good coffee when you've been drinking instant (albeit free) muck all week.

The night wasn't entirely without adventure, as Thursday night's flooding will attest. Apon getting off the nitelink and walking half way down my road I was greeted by a mysterious lake that had appeared overnight. And, without any other possible way home, I proceeded to take off my boots and socks and wade for about 15 minutes to get home. Despite the cold, it was great fun. I haven't been paddling in, ooh, a few years and was nice to feel the tarmac between my toes. So there I was, stood in the dark in the middle of a lake up to my knees in cold water at 5 o'clock in the morning. Can you blame me for letting out a whoop?

Anyway, here's the great ste beard survey.