If this is getting physical i'm not playing, I bruise like a peach...
Last night was the second Monday Night Pizza Club, seeing us eat 7 Large Pizzas, Nachos and two portions of Dough Balls between 7 people. The people were as follows, Lauren, Tim, Sarah, Russell, Paul, Miri and myself. Once again this night coniststed on many many laughs, pink kintted things, hands getting stuck in glasses, drinking garlic butter, setting everything alight (for the 2nd time this week Russell) and general gurning. After these festivities I headed back to Russell's, where a quick jamming session with Paul was followed with the most powerful remote control car in the world being driven at people, Paul and Russell on the floor, and Russell being so drunk he was hanging over the banister over a huge georgian staircase, which, would have ended his life if he had fallen.
Russell has now made me not want to play my show tonight. Only until Russell pointed it out last night, had I not realised that my set is actually a Hour and a half long. Which is stupidly like 20+ songs. Meh. It will officially suck.
One of the nice photos of the night....
Russell being fed by me, awww, he loved it...
Russell has a thing with flames, Wolfs and now Cotham...
Egg on a pizza, so, so wrong...
She's a pretty lady....(i'm so scared of this photo)...
He then liked it. yes. Rank...
Muscle flexing....
I ended up hitting Paul, his bottom lip swelled like a beast. A warning, don't anger me...
Who's the special boy now eh, eh, eh?
