Fatter, Happyier, Not Productive

Man what a flippin' amazing meal.
I mean that was good.
I'm not joking.
Ohh, beautiful.
Mmmmm gosh that was tasty.
Man I'm full up.
I can't even move I'm so full.

Last night I went to Liz Kennedy's house (old skool friend, likes horses) to celebrate Tom Wild's Birthday (other old skool french-ish friend, thinks he's french). Liz cooked an absolutly amazing meal for myslef, Tom, Ash, & Mr Matt Shaw & the lovely Helen Shaw.

There was peppers, pasta & pavalova & plenty nostalgic Ravens Wood moments. Followed by a long philisophical hour discussion about life, the universe & everything. Mr Fortune, our R.S teacher would be proud.

Hella good, but now I have work soon & I really think I'm going to collapse into a Milly shaped puddle the second someone mentions anything to do with food.

Also crashed at Newman's in the early hours and ended up being cornered to the 6 outer inches of his double bed whilst he took up the rest.
First time I've slept with the Newman actually - was a special moment for me, but he farts a hell of a lot and to be honest I think I prefer sleeping on the ly-lo instead. Ash, you sleep with him next time, you suit each other.

Bye chaps.

Ps. Jus, I saw you walking down the Bromley high street yesterday night. :) I waved but I don't think you saw, and I didn't think it was worth embarressing you in an Alan Partridge homage. Be seeing you soon tho :) x

Get well soon Ren, don't let the chickens get you down x