You see, after a good day at work, Jon suggested that Jamie and I come over and drink gin which seemed a wonderful idea.

On the way to Jon's we met these girls who asked us the way to Birmingham. They were clearly drunk (although driving) and "having a giggle" (slags) so I directed them to Birmingham poe-faced, ignoring their attempts to divert my attention to the fact they were two slags up for a shagging. Eventually they got bored and drove off after my third attempt to explain the A419/M5 junction. What scared me the most was the fact I could direct them there off the top of my head.

Anyway.

Jon's. Drinking. Calling Voice o'Balls at 3am to say "Hello, we're drunk! Are you Mitch?" and more drinking. I remember cooking a Crumble at about 4am because we were hungry. We watched Taxi and Buddy's Song which was interesting as it re-kindled my teenage Chesney Hawkes crush.

Passed out at some ungodly hour next to Jamie. His stalker rang at some point so I told him unreservedly to fuck off and leave us alone. Last time I did that ("He doesn't want to talk to you. Piss off") Jamie got a text message the next day saying "I tried to hang myself last night."