52 Varieties of No Ladder (part 1)

A good Friday night, there, with Dr Mr Bridger down for official post-viva success drinks. Despite the drunk woman at the table behind us nearly causing a security incident... Started in the Five'n'Thingy, and finished the drinks in the WH, where I had the lord conversation with Dr B. Took it in very generous spirit, especially considering his lady had tried to set me up with one of her mates at the BBQ earlier in the year... In the middle of all this, Ben II turns up unattended, waiting to meet RobOffOfBen. Then I get a 10-minute call from Neilo, a 1-minute call from Fletch (who's running it to the wire as ever, and about to be too late to get in for the extended drinking hours), then I try to talk the bouncing people into letting him in. They come up with some contrived way of getting him in, meanwhile Rob runs in past them to talk to Ben II, and promptly gets removed (all unseen by meself), but achieves his aim of making contact.

After the chucking-out bit, Dr B, Paul and meself go up to the kebab shop at the top of the Wrong Hill, while DrAbi makes her way up the Right Hill to go home (probably on account of the hen night she's to go to) unadvisably unattended, but mule-willed to the last.

After an ungodly wait for Paul and meself's chosen keeeebabs, we return to Aggy and commence the consumption of whiskey. All of it.

There ends the night's recollection, apart from recommending to Dr B that he sleep in the sitting room, on account of the dramatically increased apocalypse that befalls the back of the house every morning at 8am. Turns out to have been wise.

Saturday morning brought a World of Hangover. DrAbi went in and out of the hosue about four times in getting ready to go to this hen thing, which probably contributed to Dr B's later vomming. A trip to the cheapy shop resulted in me having a pack of jammy dodgers, a Guardian and a Yop. (Hungover?) Tea helped. Then watched some random telly for a couple of hours and caught up on some stuff in a slightly more sobererer environment.

After Dr B's departure, I went upstairs, salvaged some warm water from the evil plumbing system (must get that sorted today) got dressed all respectable-like, and walked out of the house.

Without my keys

Or a housemate in the vicinity

Arse.

The plan had been to walk over to the Uni to meet Ben II (finally) for some rugby-watching.

A new plan was suddenly required.... (TBC)