Ah come on, Al isn't that bad!
Al asked me where the toilets are 4 times that night. When I let him use the nice new ensuite bathroom at the end of the hall, he seemed absolutely bewildered. Strange man.
Special mention goes to SOD.
Actually, special mention should go to YOU, for actually leaving the house. SOD WAS in fine drunken form wasn't he? I'm sure he would want to forget that night if his brain hadn't - quite literally - erazed all memory of it already.
He wasn't alone though, there were a lot of the shitfaced blundering around, trying to tell me things in voices so slurred I could make out maybe one word in four.
Yer how many holes burnt in that trampoline now Jez? Haha.
Actually, other than i few dents in the matting and a couple of missing springs it looks fairly unscathed. Speaking of that, I should send out a blanket thanks to all involved in the night for NOT destroying my house. A few licks of paint, a carpet shampooer and a few minor repairs were all that was needed to salvage the house and yard, and I could not have hoped for better. The best reference to the behavior of the lot of you is this: THE COPS NEVER ARRIVED, NOT EVEN ONCE!
Even Lord Longi, queen of the NYE parties can't make THAT claim.
Well done.