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The Week in Briefs

Well, hasn't this bean bin barn boon a great week?

Last Thursday I went and got voted off first on brand new Jasper Carrott vehicle "Golden Balls" but nevertheless thoroughly enjoyed what was essentially a free day out at BBC TV Centre at the expense of Joop van den Ende/John de Mol Light Entertainment Corps with lots of rather beautiful people waiting on my every whim. Including bringing me a Boost bar, the darlings. (A lengthier report to follow when the embarassment in question airs on ITV later next month.)

I went out to the SU club on both Friday and Saturday nights to celebrate Comic Relief and St. Patrick's respectively, and am both running out of decent shirts and acceptable dance moves. There's probably not one single remaining person who hasn't seen me do the spade and pneumatic drill routine at least several times over.

On Sunday, Boomshine took over the universe and my site traffic went up by a couple of thousand percent. It is bigger than SA2 by a considerable factor. It's been "Dugg" nearly a thousand times and we're over 1,000,000 levels played. The inevitable backlog of CD sales made this little gem a pretty welcome early birthday present.

Yesterday (Monday) night, we went to Wetherspoons and XL for 100% volume birthday funnage. I turned nineteen (# nineteen, nineteen, n-n-nineteen #) at midnight, by hilarious coincidence at the exact same time as flat-mate Richard Watson, my best friend in the whole wide world and a trustworthy loyal companion with whom I hope to remain acquainted for many years to come. Coming out of the club at 2am in the morning, Ross and Willy T and I (wearing jumper thoroughly maltreated by kebab grease) boarded a coach bound for Reading where we queued up for 2 hours to buy tickets each for this year's Carling Weekend. Except! The queue then magically disappeared so we bought heaps more and spent several thousand pounds between us. And then my card bounced. And then we went home. And now I'm extremely tired.

I don't seem to have any birthday cards yet, though.

That was The Week in Briefs! Pants.

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