The nth Bank Holiday this year!

Hello hello, just finished recovering from rather mad weekend in the city (London that is) with my sis and her mates and felt it worth of a blogging!

Actually started out as a perfectly innocent and sober meeting with work on Friday morning. By afternoon I had met up with Caroline and drunk half a litre of cider and two very large glasses of wine.

Ca’s flatmate Nick joined us for a drink before we decided to not to go and hang out at the park and instead went for some odd food (and more wine). I’ll go no further than to say they had rook on the menu. Yes, rook.

Since it was Nicks birthday decided to crash overnight & stay for an afternoons BBQ-ing before heading back to P’boro at 6pm for Katie’s BBQ (just how many sausages can a girl eat in a day?...that wasn’t intended to be smutty…) However, best laid plans and all that.

2 pm - Tesco's for booze and enough food to feed a very large group of drunken friends.
4 pm - A couple of glasses of wine while chopping veg for kebabs
5 pm - “Get the crystal”…try setting up a gazebo with no instructions in the rain when you're half cut.
6 pm - People start arriving. Several drinks of anything I could find and crazy conversations with some very cool new people found me glancing at my watch at about 10pm. Oops.

At some point the following things happened:
(a) Viscount Kingley arrives (a giant Viscount biscuit, soon to be appearing on http://www.pimpmysnack.com/). Annabelle eats far too much and has to remove herself from the vicinity.
(b) Photos were taken of tattoos, a cock piercing & there were some dodgy gay-on-non-gay tongue encounters!
(c) Drank far too much home made sangria, made with sherry and vodka as well as the more traditional ingredients.
(d) Fed an apple from (c) to someone with an apple allergy…double oops.
(e) Sat on the kitchen floor talking with an angel called Al (for short) not realising everyone else had left / gone to bed.
(f) Came within shouting distance of a homosexual threesome
(g) Had a close encounter with a beautiful red urban fox and watched the sun rise with Al who wouldn’t let me laugh at him telling people we saw “two beautiful tits in the bush”
(h) Watched people eat old BBQ meat for breakfast…with humus. Apparently, blueberry pie is also an acceptable pita bread filling.

Made it back to Peterborough for 6pm the next day after zero hours sleep and no food...still smiling ;)