  Well, the weekend - far, far to busy. And far, far to much to write about in any great detail, but hey, I'll make a stab at it. The weekend started much earlier then it usually does for me, I had my hair washed by half past eight. Much preparing, getting ready, finding of tights, eyeliner etc and by a mircale I was actually ready to go early. Pity the same couldn't be said for my brother. Anywho, off we went to The Big Family Christening, where there were lots of Annoying Little Children and lots of Don't-You-Remember-Such-and-Such.
Answer - No, I dont remember them I was five when I last saw them. And amazingly enough, it's not a surprise I've grown since then. But, all in all, not too awful, saw some relative I havn't seen in a eon. Speaking of eons, it took me about that to extract my parents and brother in time to get me to work. I swear, I got home (slightly drunk at this point) at six, and was still at work by quater past six, bow tie and all. The evening went well, and was a good laugh, even if the conversation did descend to new lows - it even reach a discussion about, off all thing, dog spunk.
Anyway. Much hilarity over the gayness of Ed's gay italian trousers with gay italian pockets and the gay stance enhanced by the thumb ring. Ooo, the gayness. Bless him - and I hope he doesn't read this. Brief bouts of bubble throwing, dancing round the kitchen, but we pulled together and did well - and hey, I'm £30 better off for it. Well, towards the end of the evening the fun started - someone served Rosie bacardi and coke.
To say she is a lightweight is to put it, err, lightly. Poor lass, she wont live that one down. Got home around midnight, but couldn't sleep as I'd had possibly a little too much alcohol. In the end I got about three hours before waking at 5:30, getting into uniform and being delivered to SQN at 0645. Far to early for that little amount of sleep. Anyway, wandered about being bosy, until we left at a little past 0700.
The discussion was once again hitting an all time low - onto the calorie content of dog spunk. Until Fraz mistook calories for "colours" and it progressed onto multicoloured dog spunk, until I cracked the terrible joke that had to be made - "Taste the Rainbow" - oh dear... But the day was a good one, with our wonderful fanfare section bringing home a lovely example of fine sliverware and our persuccion section coming a second to Market Harborough Squadron. In fairness - they were very very good. But hey, we'll win next year. Well done to our Air Recce section coming second as well.
And I'm sure, given a few years it'll be us winning not Derby Sqn. But, all in all, long day, got back at around seven, and argh! no! I've lost Flt. Lt. Haynes's tie... so I should probably leave my stripes on the desk on the way out. Well, the weekend was great, and has very unfortunatly resulted in me very much liking a certain someone I said I'd never like in that was as I'd known him too long... gaaah, I'm a bit confuzzled over that one to be honest.
And this week has been exams, exams, more exams, and a couple of games of ultimate frisbee. With the person I like. argh... Jen has already outlined the Great Shetland Escape, and I think to come soon is her account of my rendition of 999 999 999 Green Bottles (I didn't get much past 999 999 980 before Jenny dug her nails into my arm and I pushed her off the bench - first lad to say anything to do with saucers of milk gets err... something nasty done to him), my continous whisteling, and other humerous anecdotes that are getting us through exam week. Will add more - possibly a transcript of some genuine Jenny and Hazz passed-in-an-exam notes... 
