Fecal Sponge Puddings!
Well, that weekend wasn't too bad now, was it? ;)
Set off from Waterbeach at 5:30 in the morning to arrive at Danni's for hopefully the time that they would be awake and not at work to let me in and start sorting things for the next day. Unfortunately, I did not realise that Andy was on flexi and Danni didn't have work at all that day, so at 7:15AM when I arrived was was left in a bit of a dilemma (great cars, them, great cars... ;) ) Thankfully, Reena was strolling up as I parked from her nightshift at the Looney Bin, looking a bit puzzled. As was Danni and Andy as they surfaced to see me with me feet up downstairs.
Rest of the morning relaxing and swearing at my crapness at Street Fighter 2 (as usual). Went down town with that lot after lunch and wandered about a bit with them (including getting a pair of jeans that fit my excellent bottom to a tee. I saw a hungry look from Reena's eyes and suddenly became scared... ;0 )before meeting up with Jimmer at half two to see Borat.
Verdict: Fuck a duck, could not stop laughing. Or quoting. I had an idea what scenes and clashes were in it as I read a lot about the film beforehand, but to actually see and experience them is something else. I don't say this often: you NEED to see this film.
After that, me and Jim legged it to the Speak Easy to meet up with Danni, Kate etc. for Raggy's return for his birthday. The Asian Steven Segal looked good for his (now) old age, but it took him 4 minutes to bust a move on the gamblers. Just like the real thing.
Left after a few (shows how little I drink really nowadays as I got a really nice buzz going after only 2 pints) to go back with Danni and Andy to greet Linda from a hard day's work. She arrived in a sea of glamour as she came in her company car (or, as my mum and Mike calls it, Sheela's Wheels) with added TomTom system. It didn't help us very much to try and find a decent sized Tesco's nearby to spend about £50 worth of vouchers Linda collected for the party though!
Onto Sat: the Big Day. 4 months of planning was over, it finally arrived.
Mike arrived at about 10AM with two very important things: The Oil drum (but more on that later) and his XBox 360 with Dead Rising. Believe me, this is worth getting a 360 on its own. The ability to stick traffic cones and buckets on their heads and hit zombies to death with handbags and CDs is something that everyone should experience.
Once everything was set up, people started to arrive for the gaming. Only 4, mind you. Jim came first, but he was to spend the next 3 hours glued to the cooker with Linda helping creating such things as his heart-shaped waffles (how grimm indeed!) and his Wraken Pea Soup (which Linda swears by is brilliant, but I didn't like it all that much as I don't like fat and gristle on my bacon), the The Old Man who stated that, even though he helps design them, he hates computer games. Pervy Tom came next, and was in utter heaven as the main LAN game we had going on was AVP 2; finally, the ever-quiet Alister. Fair enough, it wasn't the large amount of people who would turn up as I was led to believe, but the fun of it all made up for it.
We started packing it all up (except the 360, because we'd knew when everyone was pissed that Dead Rising would be a hit) about 5 for the party to start. And this is when the centerpiece of the party, the Oil Drum, came into it's own. We started it off with cardboard both I have nicked from work and that Mike brought from home (my mum had been saving for it, bless her!), but then it moved onto using the main fuel for it, and what proved to be the main highlight/entertainment for many people that night:
I had brought 15+ years worth of magazines to burn. This included all of my Kerrangs, MH's, Terrorizers, Old computer mags (including the fabled Amiga Power mags of mine). The porn and original Transformers comics of mine were quickly salvaged though ;). The shouts of glee coming from the mass of people as they were tearing up, laughing at what shit was in there (especially the Kerrangs) and burnig the shit out of it. This went on for 6 hours (and there were still a load of mags left over that weren't burned in the morning!)
The other 'centerpiece' was the fireworks we got from Tesco's. But, as with all supermarket brands, it was a bit of an anti-climax as they weren't spectacular. They all worked though at least.
As usual with these things, too many people to thank, but the important ones: Obviously Danni/Andy etc. for letting me trash their garden and helping me with this for 4 months; you are true Gems. Damian, for turning up and being The Master Of The Flame - as Linda said, the grin you had all night as you had the huge iron rod to stir the fire with summed it all up. A shame no Manowar played for you. Jim, for helping in the kitchen and for trying to bring the elk steak in, but your reward was evident as you yummed down your crocodile steak. And the Metalocalypse DVD which only the hardcore could watch as well. Stu, for helping with the (not all that mighty) BBQ and helping Mike with the fireworks (the sight of seeing the two biggest brickshit-houses there set a little firework off and mincing back in fear was a sight to behold). Mike, even though you never read this, thank you for being my brother and for always being there. Reena, for allowing us to create astounding rave music on your piano (it was like a Mike Patton project up there!) and the birthday cake which made me blush a little. And for the rest of you, for turning up and trying my homebrew without throwing up.
Thank you all.
Set off from Waterbeach at 5:30 in the morning to arrive at Danni's for hopefully the time that they would be awake and not at work to let me in and start sorting things for the next day. Unfortunately, I did not realise that Andy was on flexi and Danni didn't have work at all that day, so at 7:15AM when I arrived was was left in a bit of a dilemma (great cars, them, great cars... ;) ) Thankfully, Reena was strolling up as I parked from her nightshift at the Looney Bin, looking a bit puzzled. As was Danni and Andy as they surfaced to see me with me feet up downstairs.
Rest of the morning relaxing and swearing at my crapness at Street Fighter 2 (as usual). Went down town with that lot after lunch and wandered about a bit with them (including getting a pair of jeans that fit my excellent bottom to a tee. I saw a hungry look from Reena's eyes and suddenly became scared... ;0 )before meeting up with Jimmer at half two to see Borat.
Verdict: Fuck a duck, could not stop laughing. Or quoting. I had an idea what scenes and clashes were in it as I read a lot about the film beforehand, but to actually see and experience them is something else. I don't say this often: you NEED to see this film.
After that, me and Jim legged it to the Speak Easy to meet up with Danni, Kate etc. for Raggy's return for his birthday. The Asian Steven Segal looked good for his (now) old age, but it took him 4 minutes to bust a move on the gamblers. Just like the real thing.
Left after a few (shows how little I drink really nowadays as I got a really nice buzz going after only 2 pints) to go back with Danni and Andy to greet Linda from a hard day's work. She arrived in a sea of glamour as she came in her company car (or, as my mum and Mike calls it, Sheela's Wheels) with added TomTom system. It didn't help us very much to try and find a decent sized Tesco's nearby to spend about £50 worth of vouchers Linda collected for the party though!
Onto Sat: the Big Day. 4 months of planning was over, it finally arrived.
Mike arrived at about 10AM with two very important things: The Oil drum (but more on that later) and his XBox 360 with Dead Rising. Believe me, this is worth getting a 360 on its own. The ability to stick traffic cones and buckets on their heads and hit zombies to death with handbags and CDs is something that everyone should experience.
Once everything was set up, people started to arrive for the gaming. Only 4, mind you. Jim came first, but he was to spend the next 3 hours glued to the cooker with Linda helping creating such things as his heart-shaped waffles (how grimm indeed!) and his Wraken Pea Soup (which Linda swears by is brilliant, but I didn't like it all that much as I don't like fat and gristle on my bacon), the The Old Man who stated that, even though he helps design them, he hates computer games. Pervy Tom came next, and was in utter heaven as the main LAN game we had going on was AVP 2; finally, the ever-quiet Alister. Fair enough, it wasn't the large amount of people who would turn up as I was led to believe, but the fun of it all made up for it.
We started packing it all up (except the 360, because we'd knew when everyone was pissed that Dead Rising would be a hit) about 5 for the party to start. And this is when the centerpiece of the party, the Oil Drum, came into it's own. We started it off with cardboard both I have nicked from work and that Mike brought from home (my mum had been saving for it, bless her!), but then it moved onto using the main fuel for it, and what proved to be the main highlight/entertainment for many people that night:
I had brought 15+ years worth of magazines to burn. This included all of my Kerrangs, MH's, Terrorizers, Old computer mags (including the fabled Amiga Power mags of mine). The porn and original Transformers comics of mine were quickly salvaged though ;). The shouts of glee coming from the mass of people as they were tearing up, laughing at what shit was in there (especially the Kerrangs) and burnig the shit out of it. This went on for 6 hours (and there were still a load of mags left over that weren't burned in the morning!)
The other 'centerpiece' was the fireworks we got from Tesco's. But, as with all supermarket brands, it was a bit of an anti-climax as they weren't spectacular. They all worked though at least.
As usual with these things, too many people to thank, but the important ones: Obviously Danni/Andy etc. for letting me trash their garden and helping me with this for 4 months; you are true Gems. Damian, for turning up and being The Master Of The Flame - as Linda said, the grin you had all night as you had the huge iron rod to stir the fire with summed it all up. A shame no Manowar played for you. Jim, for helping in the kitchen and for trying to bring the elk steak in, but your reward was evident as you yummed down your crocodile steak. And the Metalocalypse DVD which only the hardcore could watch as well. Stu, for helping with the (not all that mighty) BBQ and helping Mike with the fireworks (the sight of seeing the two biggest brickshit-houses there set a little firework off and mincing back in fear was a sight to behold). Mike, even though you never read this, thank you for being my brother and for always being there. Reena, for allowing us to create astounding rave music on your piano (it was like a Mike Patton project up there!) and the birthday cake which made me blush a little. And for the rest of you, for turning up and trying my homebrew without throwing up.
Thank you all.