  Wednesday was (elder sister) Lianna's birthday. I was to go her party, which turned out to be more of a day out, in fact. She woke me up phoning, went to meet her at Argyle Street, having done without a breakfast and having only just gotten out of bed. Straight away I'm taken to a pub. It was a different pub for each point and I was enjoying myself, but somewhat overestimated my capacity for alcohol, especially when tired and on an empty stomach.
So, before long I was quite fucked and had to go back to Lianna's flat to rest for a while. Leaving my jacket in the pub I was in (I hope...otherwise fuck knows where it is), I was sent in a taxi with a makeshift map drawn up by Lianna's flatmate. I ended up harrassing these two nice girls (ladies), who pointed me in the basic direction whilst pissing themselves at the state of me on this fine afternoon.
After some trouble with locks I eventually made it inside and crashed on the couch. I don't know if by crashed I mean slept or not...but when I came to my senses I had the telly on and it was announced: "next up, Graham Norton"...my concept of time must have been fucked up for a while, must have just glazed over for a few hours.
Lianna's flatmate returned to take me back out again. It turned out I was being taken to a gay and lesbian bar, as that's where Lianna had went with her workmates. It was karoke night and...oh the campness of it all. the entertainer guy whose job it is to get a bit of banter going with the crowd singled me out as a straight person...not sure if the rest of the regulars then looked upon with contempt. Ohh I missed out the part where I finally got fed...a hamburger supper on the way to this gay bar it was (not a sausage supper, ya smutty person). Hmmm what else happened....that's it really. Thursday consisted of me going home and nothing else. Today has consisted of me going to get a haircut and nothing else. Still, a day of excitement and a warning to make sure I don't kill myself at T next week (obligatory T mention, there, can't help it). 
