Marry Chrishtmas Eve *hic* eve

First off; FUCKING BLOGGER. Right, lets try this again.

Now that the party is well underway adn we have inbibed almost lethal quantities of alcohol, i would like to rant. Not about Blogger, sorely tempted as I am to go to the google servers with a large blunt object, but about an advert I saw last night.

Róc Face Cream.

Woman : "I thought I could never fall in love. Im 45"

Anouner If you loo up to 10 years younger, nothing is impossible!

Wow, so if i looke like a ix year old I could have passed maths? Wish I'd known that earlier...

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Now, the christmas festivities started early for the duds, with our last trip to london of 2004, or at least the last one of 2004 where the tube wont be chaotic. Whatever. As usuall, many (blurry) pictures for you to look at, which will more than make up for the spleeing mistlaes.

The day began with a walk to West Wickham Station, where I met with the Dan oakner, who helpfully informed me that the train had been delayed, for little to no reason. We then formulated a plan, and got on a train that eventually took us to London Bridge. Dave arrived at the station, and then Rob and Emily appeared from the platform. We got on the next train, and met Jon! Nice new train it was too. It allowed us to engage in polite conversation while Rob poledanced for Jon and Emily's evident amusement, though Dave questioned the amusement of it. One flaw of the new train was the lack of seats, causing us to stand all the way. I ruminated on this fact for a while. We were then joined by Andrew! Hot whizz and hoorah's ensued, but were stifled when we passed Clock House sans Dave and Steve, who had become a little discumbobulated by the trains ludicrous time keeping. Rob was not amused.

We then arrived at Charing Cross, after a little detour to London Bridge. I modelled a very stylish looking bag and scarf once Sarah had arrived. She then found the need to buy some hair ties from Boots, so I accompanied her there, in which time Dave and Baz found thier way to us. We then journeyed forth to Trafalgar Square once more, where we all (except for Lewis and Emily) face the mighty climb to the peak of Nelson. From our great height, Lewis looked very alone and pathetic. A lone soldier... We then journeyed forth to St James's Park, via Buckingham Palace. In every sense, we had gone to London and seen the Queen! I then saw a very interesting plaque, that would be a good cue card for a chav if he were ever asked the question 'What is the country that is spelt A F R _C A?'. ' s'Africaaaa innit?'

In the park however, arguments ensued between dave and Jon, that could only be sorted by Dragonball Z style fighting. T'was a fierce battle... But anyway... We then journeyed further into the park, where we engaged in that most frabjous of sporting activities, PDQ. The first game I looked on as a spectator, in order to learn the rules. A good match it was, the final going to Rob and Rowan. Mid Air Aerobatics were employed to great effect. The tension was fierce. Rob stayed heavily on the offensive. But, eventually, the battle was over, and the loser could not face defeat. Rob stood alone, vanquished, and called for a second round.

The second round was this time joined by the me, who went out in spectacular style when Rob pulled his foot out from under mine and I, in true comedy style, fell flat on me arse. This round came down to a fierce fight between Lewis, Jon and Steve. Steve hung back, while Jon and Lewis faced each other. Finally, Jon leapt to attack, barely missing his target. Then, with Lewis pushed back so, Steve lunged forward, putting Lewis out of the game. Lets see that...IN SLOW MOTION!

"N-O-O-O!!!"

2 more rounds were fought, but I won neither. We moved on. On the way I saw evidence of a bike that had been terrible killed in a road accident, the chalk outline still visible in the wet pavement. Much merriment was had a little further along the road. We found another horse button! How risible. Still further on, in a subway, I found evidence that suggested that the Chav was not native to our times, with a cave drawing of a 1800's Chav. there was also a rather disturbing picture that suggested much homosexuality in the armed forces of long past. What's going on here?

We came to Harrods, where we realised the full extent of how late the Tube service had become. 4 years late, they were moving into the 21st century... Anyhoo, we looked around Harrods for a while, then came out, and waited while Rowan bought himself a Doughnut. Meanwhile, i saw and advert for housing in Dubai. Is that to rent or 'dubai'?!

We then arrived at London Victoria, were we sat and ate. Eating. Dave, for some reason, was swallowed up by the fires of hell... We then went to the Apple Store, and messed about with the Macs. Me and sarah then went around Oxford Street looking for a saucepan, before getting a train to Bromley, where she found said saucepans, and we went home.

Must dash now, have to be ready to go to Dorset for a wedding tomorrow. Fun fun fun!

Merry Christmas
Dickybod