Oh lordy I feel ill today.... the hangover is sure to hit sometime around lunch, but for now I'm still feeling a bit pissed and ill, like I'm gonna chuck and my balance leaves much to be desired. I really shouldn't have drunk so much on a Sunday evening. I only have a vague recollection of getting into bed - I think Mark gave me a hand....

Other than that the weekend was a pretty quiet and boring affair. Didn't do anything other than tidy the house a bit and go for a walk along the beach front.

However the weekend before was a pretty big one - up and back to Liverpool for Sam's going away party. It was on a boat docked in the harbour there on the Mersy. Lots of people that I didn't know as they're all old friends of Marks (and of course Sam's) from when he lived in Liverpool.

We headed up to London on the Friday night after work and stayed at Kelly's place before heading up to Liverpool (about a 5/6 hour trip in the car)on the Saturday. We got there with about enough time to change into our glad rags and head off to the party. It was a really good night with some wicked tracks playing so I got to have a good boogie, chatted to some strangers about god knows what(as I didn't know a soul there other than Mark and the people we drove up with - vaguely)and got nicely off it on some powder... Mmmmm and a quarter of a trip.... mmmmm.
The night went by pretty quick and next thing I knew Kelly was yelling at us that it was time to head back to the flat that had been kindly lent to us by one of Sam's mates. Kelly, Lee and Jem were all ready to crash out, but I still had a load of energy left as did Mark and we went walking and talking through Sefton Park (apparently where the beatles used to hang out) for the rest of the evening. We also visited the grave of Mark's dog Cassius that was in someone's back yard... Thankfully there wasn't another dog there and we were able to sneak in and out without a sound or anyone knowing.

As the sun was coming up (about 8am up there!) we were finally heading to bed, tired out after a brilliant night. After we'd had a sleep and goten up and dressed it was time to head back to Hastings again. What was supposed to be a 7 hour trip turned out to be longer as there were a few smashes on the freeway back... A long drive after such a big night out, but not much you can do if you need to get home!

On Monday morning when my alarm started it's incessant beeping I was in no state to be showing my face at work so I hit it, rolled over and went back to a deep sleep which I didn't wake from until 3.30 that afternoon.