Partay
I spent Saturday night (and a goodly portion of the wee hours of Sunday morning) round my neighbours house drinking copious quantities of squash, juice and fizzy grape fake wine stuff and meeting two of his mates (both South Africans who, along with Australians seem to be the best people to know when it comes to meeting lots of new people). I was rather hoping we’d all be going out to the pub so that I might meet (and totally fail to talk to, or even be noticed by) the nice young ladies [pronounced lay-dees] of Colchester but as it was we stayed in and had a rip roaring time. I’ve not laughed so hard in a long long time. Lets hope there are many more nights like that 
