I don't even want to talk about how rough I feel! Today is Rusty's birthday so last night we all went out. There was me, Jord, Lauren, Tony and Russ. We started in The Ivory Rooms at around 9pm and came back to Sugar Hut around midnight. Lots of alcohol was consumed by all - gotta be done on the old boy's birthday! Lauren and I managed to persuade one of the doormen to drive us home at the end of the night. Jordan disappeared at about 1.30am. He'd drunk too mush champagne and was feeling very ill so slipped off in a cab. Me, Lauren and Russ rolled into bed at mine at about 3.30am. This morning we were all woken at 9am by Russ's phone ringing constantly. The world wanted to wish him a Happy Birthday it seems. Once we had made some breakfast, I dropped Russ at his mate's house (they already had the champagne on ice for him) and I am now at my mum's house. I'm helping them clear out the last few bits from my old flat. Tonight we are doing a pub crawl of Brentwood with Russ and tomorrow I am doing a P.A at Jumpin' Jaks in Basildon. Gotta go cos Jord is screaming at me to go with him to Brentwood quickly to pick up speakers for his gig tomorrow.
Oh my God, my new car is the best thing I've ever laid eyes on (with the exception of Valentino Rossi). I spent all day yesterday driving around in it. Gotta go, aaaaaahhhhh, Jord - not happy - shouting!!! Write more later......
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