I was in the pub. I had been in the pub for five & a half hours cos it's Pete's birthday (Pete is one of my friends from sixth form, although technically I've known him since he was born). It was weird seeing him upset over that cos my friends - not exactly into the Catholicism. Thirteen years of Catholic school will do that to you. Lets just say the Pope got a lot of toasts tonight.

I think Pete might also be where I got my sense of humour from. Y'know how dirty my mind is? He's worse. Much worse. Chris in Newman house would have a field day with him.

I've just realised that I've had about fifteen vodkas today. Okay it was over a period of nine hours but thats still quite a lot. I don't actually feel drunk but I'm sensible enough to know that doesn't mean much. I'm sure I will read this in the morning & laugh at the sheer incoherency of it.