Help! I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody! Help! You know I need someone!
Heeeeeellllllp!
Is that even a word? Ahem, yes it was the christening today. Got there half an hour early as mother dearest thought it would be best to arrive in style, in a black cab. Lo and behold, noone else was there yet, so we waited. And waited. And I can't be arsed carrying on that joke, so when everyone arrived we watched the christening. I refused to join the culty chants, for I am still a bastard child at heart who thinks it's cool not to join in in church. Ra, and all that. So that passes by, and it's time for the party bit. Oh joy!
I love my family - so much so that I always go out of my way to avoid them. Nah, some of them are okay I guess, but my word en masse is not good for my health! I spent the entire time drinking double JD and coke, moaning how I didn't want to be there, and taking sneaky pictures and videos with my camera. I also got a few more chaos emeralds and completed some more levels on Sonic 2 - I love my multi-talented phone! The room was filled with ravenous beasts too - no sooner had the buffet opened than everything had vanished, well, apart from chicken drumsticks and cake (if you're reading this Mike, wipe away the drool - keyboards and liquid don't mix). A drunken trip to Maccy's and walk home and we all sleep, apart from mother - that dirty stop out stayed for longer to consume much more inebriating liquid. I got all excited later this evening, as Lee was going to take me out for a drive, but alas he had borrowed his car out. So I had to resort to watching TV, and I kept dipping in and out of various shows, watching the first half of one, then moving on to another. Still, got through most of the original TV series of the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - very dated obviously, and took a little adjusting to it, but it was entertaining for the most part. Couldn't bring myself to watch the last episode, but it'll be there on the hard drive for me in the morning. Marvelous invention, that Sky+.
In bed, and what a surprise, there's a knock at the door. It's mother, dropping all of her money on the floor and fumbling in her bag. Learnt that searching for money in a bath robe with a torch at 2am in the morning down our front path is quite liberating. I may do it more often.
Until next time - join me, won't you?
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