Nights Out

Good gravy, I’ve completely overlooked two fun nights out in the past couple of weeks. Naughty me. Shunta’s brother turned the ripe old age of 18, and to celebrate, he invited us over for a knees up. We duly made fools of ourselves, having egg fights with Shunta’s mother and singing kareoke like a group of strangled cats.
And on the Saturday before last, in place of the cancelled Matchbox Twenty concert, we ventured into Watford to Jac’s new house. Many a good drink was downed, culminating in 3 traffic cones and a small shrub being placed outside Alex McH’s house, much to the neighbours disgust, and someone falling asleep in the bathroom, snoring loudly and preventing anyone from emptying their bladder for the entire night…