Last night a little piece of me died

I feel as though I've been a good host since Joel arrived in the country. I promised that he would eat well, drink better and smoke up something stupid. This has been achieved, much to our demise!

After a couple of pints before eating, follwed by a bevvy of drink-mixing (lager, bitter, whiskey and belgian ales) after eating - we decided it would be a great idea to smoke up...only after more eating (Hardman pizza is laced with crack!) No doubt we were heavily influenced by our conversation throughout the night, this mainly consisted of how stupid we got when we were stoned. Anyway, we smoked a lot....things were moving, my hands were there on the end of my wrists...but I couldn't feel them, Alan Partridge was very funny (Joel mentioned something about a pseudo-sexual relationship).

I could no longer stand the pace and my stomach decided to empty its contents via my mouth! After this I felt great and could've smoked some more, but my sleepiness got the better of me. I did have a great night's sleep though, and was up and about a long time before Joel was.

So today is FA Cup Final day, I made Joel a fry-up...which included black pudding, which he did try, but still doesn't know that it contains pork blood and lung!!! I'm drinking beer whilst watching the football and the drinking will continue into the small hours due to the fact that people are coming round to mine later and then we're off to Le Bateau. I hope that the 'celebrities' are there, namely Morpheus and Steve Buscemi.

I'm feeling very blank today.