I am 24 and I have done it again.

Be warned, I have done a lot this weekend so this is going to be a very long blog.

I have done it again. I have killed my PC.

I don't know why it died, but it is dead. All I was doing was installing an external 56k modem and after it installed the drivers it asked me to restart the PC. As soon as I said "yes", I got a BSOD(Blue Screen Of Death) and I hard-resetted my PC. When I went to turn back on the PC, nothing happened. No fans spinning up, no smoke coming out of the pc, no beeps, no nothing.

Ah well, back to the commodore 64 for me then.

And now on to the weekend.

Friday night - The Team night out.

All started well on the friday night. Finished work early and had a few smokes with a mate and then on to the pub. I nearly got run over by a car on the way, but my timing was superb and I missed the car by about a foot, although I scared the crap out of the driver. Yay me!!! We got to the pub and started into the drinking. I was under instruction not to get to p!ssed, so I held back on my usual drinking habits and played catch-up. Everything was going well and then we all went to another pub. Things started off okay in the pub. We had a few drinks and then it happened...
I went up to the bar to order more drinks and I found my mates knocking back shots of Sambucca..... and they had one waiting for me. I, being tipsy, decided what the hell and had a shot, and then another and another.

Finally, after one too many pints and shots, my stomach said "No more please!!!" and then it decided to revolt in the classic "Pavement-Pizza" style. One of my mates carried me up to the toilet where I managed to ruin the Toilet-Assistants night by redecorating the whole toilet(Never underestimate the power of revenge of Sambucca).

I ended up going home early that night, as I had to be in work early the next day.

The Next day - The Wedding.

I started the day off by going to work. After work, I'd arranged to meet up with a work mate and then to proceed on to the wedding. This plan worked well. I met up with my mate and then went to the first staging area(a pub close to the wedding reception) and we met up with other people that were gathering for the night. I decided that I was not going to throw up this time and stayed on Coke for the early part.

Then we all headed to the Wedding Reception.
I will say that the Wedding lass was beautiful in her dress.
I will also say that the Wedding lad was nice in his outfit(Although I was not too keen on the colour.)

I was surprised to see how many people showed up for the reception... People I had known for all of 5 minutes where there. I got started into the pints straight away, but I kept myself paced on them. I was not about to end up a wasted wreck before the night. I kept to the pints that night and I ended up okay. My mate started on the pints but quickly moved on to shorts and mixers. I made it my mission to protect him from the multitude of harms that were lurking around every corner for him.

During the night, I asked the bride to introduce me to her mother.... I was quite surprised when she scurried off and came back with her mother in tow. What the hell was I going to say to her mother? This plan was only designed to instill fear into the Brides heart and mind!!!

Anyway, it was getting late in the night and the bar had stopped serving(we had stocked up prior to the outage). People were starting to drift away to their own various destinations at this point. Those that had booked rooms were going to them or to the residents bar(A place I did not go). I, instead, brought my mate back to his place after repeatedly instructing him not to talk to the cab driver or even to make eye contact with him. After all, I was relatively sober and my mate was not.

We got back to his place and proceeded to have a few smokes, a few cans, and to watch a few movies. All in all, it was a good night.

Also a word of warning/wisdom from my First....

"Avoid the russians." They are scheming and conniving. They delayed a bus from Town by an hour by trying to coddle the driver into believing that they had been knocked over by the bus. This is not the first time this type of incident has occured. I myself have fallen victim to the drunken-knacker approach to this scam.

The knacker waits for the bus to beging turning in to stop at the bus stop. As soon as the bus begins to turn, he steps out and brushes his arm off the corner of the bus and then proceeds to fall back on the ground. At this point four or five of his mates a.k.a. reliable witnesses will appear to testify that they saw the whole thing.

The best way to proceed here is to...
1) Call the police immediately.
2) Get the bus Rep. on location.
3) Explain to the knacker that the 50 people sitting on the bus are more reliable witnesses than four or five drunk knackers.
4) Explain that if the knacker had been hit by the bus, the driver would not have tried to hurt the knackers arm.

Result : One outraged knacker and a happy busful of annoyed people.

I think I have written enough for one blog.