Yo Yo and another Yo. Right now I am beatboxing on a level only normally achieved by robot beat boxes, or "drum machines". Boom Boom Chikki Boom Boom. People around me are popping, locking and busting mad skillz the likes of which have not been seen since Rahzel married Crazy Legs in a Orthodox, Beat-a-box (sorry) ceremony.
This weekend was tippedy tip top ace - Friday, I died, Saturday, I got better, talked to Dan and Laurie about Matt Howard, king of the gypsies, got drunk and then danced. Saw original chinese Paul, who is more beautiful than most women and met his new friends. I think they told Bamber I was slagging him off but I certainly didn't mean too - my apologies go out to Bamber/Bamber's friends if that's what it sounded like; I was fair drunk and probably talking crazyness. Then I danced for a long time to some hot DJing action, courtesy of Nat. Kudos, Nat. then back to Puds, where Gary felt inclined to film me as I slept. Not so hot. Sunday, the traditional Sabbath rest went down. All is well. I've just been running tonight and it didn't kill me - ACE. All in all, I'm in a pretty hot mood. Also, I've got trousers on, always a bonus. Also... BOOOOOSH.
This weekend, I'm calling out to two men in particular - Macky and Mel. It's been a while boys, but i'm reserving this Saturday in the hope that you two can make it out. I miss you and I want you boys to come home and be with your family again. We'll drink, we'll talk, we'll be merry. Please.