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BT stuck to their word (this time) and so I'm now - finally - back on the internet. So without much further ado, here's a proper livejournal update!
The night Danny got really, really drunk
It was Monday night in the first 'proper' week of uni, and everyone had decided to go out drinking. Ollie, Tom and myself had chosen to occupy Jesters - officially the worst bar on earth - while Danny and DC had gone to Walkabout. For the record, DC is actually called Martin, but due to his oblong head and massive jaw he looks exactly like David Coulthard - hence DC.
Anyway, this story isn't about Martin's cuboid face, or even our individual nights out, it's about what happened when we returned home. Suffice to say we were all drunk, and upon getting through the door and into the hall, Tom ran into the living room and started throwing toilet paper everywhere (as you do). This went on for a few minutes, until Danny burst through the front door, without DC.
Danny was wrecked, and like every drunk person he was putting too much force into his movements and then having to balance himself by moving slightly in the opposite direction. This went on for some minutes, until Tom had the excellent idea of pretending to kick down DC's locked door while Danny was watching him. This turned out to be a huge mistake, because Danny is a) easily influenced and b) about 14 stone of pure muscle. I don't know whether it was the alcohol, or the fact he'd seen Tom do it first, or purely because Danny loves winding up DC, but Danny then decided he too would try and break down DC's door.
After no more than about 3 attempts, Danny's giant frame smashed through DC's door and into his now unlocked room. The door itself was completely fine, but the metal bracket in the door frame where the lock slides into had been ripped out, and the wood around it had splintered off. This would have been bad enough, except Danny was now on some kind of Hulk-esque drunken rampage, and decided to trash DC's entire room - the bed was upturned, the curtains were ripped down, DC's shit was basically going everywhere. Pleased with his success, Danny then passed out.
Carrying Danny to his room on the first floor reminded me somewhat of a scene in Battle Royale, where three of the school kids are practically dying trying to heave a van engine up a set of stairs. Seriously, Danny is a heavy bastard, and it felt like a huge achievement when we got him into his bed. Satisfied all was well, we shut his door, went downstairs, and collapsed in the hall.
Our feeling of satisfaction died after about 5 minutes when someone knocked on the door - the only person not in was DC, and something told us that the sight of his broken door, ripped-down curtains and completely trashed room would not go down so well. Deciding that we didn't really have a choice in the matter, we decided to bite the bullet and just let him in.
Except, it wasn't DC.
It was Danny. He had just fallen out of his window.
Let me rephrase this - Danny had just somehow got up, opened his tiny window, climbed through it, and fallen a good 12 feet onto concrete. If someone managed to get out of the window and hang from it and then drop down, they might well be ok, but keep in mind Danny currently wasn't even capable of standing up.
After Danny had crawled into the hall next to Ollie (who was lying in the hall), I asked Ollie to check to see if he'd broken any bones of anything. After asking Danny if his legs were ok, Danny responded by kicking Ollie in the head. We all laughed, and went to bed.
The aftermath to this story is not actually that entertaining - DC came back the next day and wasn't particularly pleased with his room, but everything got sorted fairly quickly, with the exception of the door. This only got fixed last week, with a fair amount of paint, nails and polyfiller - we actually did a decent job, so it looks like we've managed to keep our deposit for now. Also, if you're wondering, Danny was completely fine - we're still puzzled about the whole event even now, but there isn't any other explanation for what happened. He couldn't have just gone downstairs and outside because we were in the hall at the time, and the only other exits on the first floor are out of windows - I guess we'll just have to put this one down to luck. And complete idiocy.
Fancy Dress
I haven't really got much to say about the two fancy-dress parties I've been to recently, so I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. First up, Bananaman.
And then, Wolverine.
A big hurrah for hair spray and plastic cutlery knives!
The night Danny got really, really drunk
It was Monday night in the first 'proper' week of uni, and everyone had decided to go out drinking. Ollie, Tom and myself had chosen to occupy Jesters - officially the worst bar on earth - while Danny and DC had gone to Walkabout. For the record, DC is actually called Martin, but due to his oblong head and massive jaw he looks exactly like David Coulthard - hence DC.
Anyway, this story isn't about Martin's cuboid face, or even our individual nights out, it's about what happened when we returned home. Suffice to say we were all drunk, and upon getting through the door and into the hall, Tom ran into the living room and started throwing toilet paper everywhere (as you do). This went on for a few minutes, until Danny burst through the front door, without DC.
Danny was wrecked, and like every drunk person he was putting too much force into his movements and then having to balance himself by moving slightly in the opposite direction. This went on for some minutes, until Tom had the excellent idea of pretending to kick down DC's locked door while Danny was watching him. This turned out to be a huge mistake, because Danny is a) easily influenced and b) about 14 stone of pure muscle. I don't know whether it was the alcohol, or the fact he'd seen Tom do it first, or purely because Danny loves winding up DC, but Danny then decided he too would try and break down DC's door.
After no more than about 3 attempts, Danny's giant frame smashed through DC's door and into his now unlocked room. The door itself was completely fine, but the metal bracket in the door frame where the lock slides into had been ripped out, and the wood around it had splintered off. This would have been bad enough, except Danny was now on some kind of Hulk-esque drunken rampage, and decided to trash DC's entire room - the bed was upturned, the curtains were ripped down, DC's shit was basically going everywhere. Pleased with his success, Danny then passed out.
Carrying Danny to his room on the first floor reminded me somewhat of a scene in Battle Royale, where three of the school kids are practically dying trying to heave a van engine up a set of stairs. Seriously, Danny is a heavy bastard, and it felt like a huge achievement when we got him into his bed. Satisfied all was well, we shut his door, went downstairs, and collapsed in the hall.
Our feeling of satisfaction died after about 5 minutes when someone knocked on the door - the only person not in was DC, and something told us that the sight of his broken door, ripped-down curtains and completely trashed room would not go down so well. Deciding that we didn't really have a choice in the matter, we decided to bite the bullet and just let him in.
Except, it wasn't DC.
It was Danny. He had just fallen out of his window.
Let me rephrase this - Danny had just somehow got up, opened his tiny window, climbed through it, and fallen a good 12 feet onto concrete. If someone managed to get out of the window and hang from it and then drop down, they might well be ok, but keep in mind Danny currently wasn't even capable of standing up.
After Danny had crawled into the hall next to Ollie (who was lying in the hall), I asked Ollie to check to see if he'd broken any bones of anything. After asking Danny if his legs were ok, Danny responded by kicking Ollie in the head. We all laughed, and went to bed.
The aftermath to this story is not actually that entertaining - DC came back the next day and wasn't particularly pleased with his room, but everything got sorted fairly quickly, with the exception of the door. This only got fixed last week, with a fair amount of paint, nails and polyfiller - we actually did a decent job, so it looks like we've managed to keep our deposit for now. Also, if you're wondering, Danny was completely fine - we're still puzzled about the whole event even now, but there isn't any other explanation for what happened. He couldn't have just gone downstairs and outside because we were in the hall at the time, and the only other exits on the first floor are out of windows - I guess we'll just have to put this one down to luck. And complete idiocy.
Fancy Dress
I haven't really got much to say about the two fancy-dress parties I've been to recently, so I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. First up, Bananaman.
And then, Wolverine.
A big hurrah for hair spray and plastic cutlery knives!