So, on Saturday, my parents were away in Edinburgh at a party for something to do with my dad’s work. Whatever, I wasn’t particularly interested. All I cared about was that, apart from my sister, I had a free house for the day. So, what did I naturally do?
PARTY!
Well, not quite a party, but I had a few friends round. There was six of us altogether. We bought a shit-load of drink and I hooked up my PS3 to the big TV we have in our living room and we made a night of it. The night was going pretty well, until about midnight.
A friend of mine, Angus, announced he was just nipping to the toilet. Fair enough. We started to worry a little when he’d been gone a good twenty minutes and hadn’t returned. Hmm. So Sean and I went to see what was up. Door was looked, so we managed to open it with a coin. And what did we find?
Angus, sitting on the floor, out for the fucking count. That’s what.
None of us had noticed, but he had a lot to drink. As well as the two crates of beer and a crate of cider, we also splashed out on a bottle of good old Jack Daniels. I had a couple of drinks, as did Sean, and two of my other friends had one.
Angus had the rest.
…
Holy shit.
I’ve never seen anyone as drunk as Angus was that night. Sean and I were sitting around on the floor of my hallway with Gus for a good hour and a half, trying to talk sense into him (and get sense out of him). Eventually, we managed to get him into the living room and onto the sofa, upon which he promptly fell asleep. We hastily woke him up and what followed was a rather amusing exchange between and him and Sean, in which Sean tried to coax him into giving him Angus’ phone, so he could phone his parents to come pick him up. Somehow, we didn’t think he’d be able to cycle 6 miles back home in his state.
His dad agreed to come pick him up, but since he didn’t know where I lived, it was easier to meet at the nearby Primary school. Fair enough. But that was a few minutes walk away, and Angus could barely stand. So, we had the job of helping him get there. A job made easier by the hilarity of his trousers falling down halfway there.
Met his dad, dad took him home, he was still wrecked in the morning, everyone lives happily ever after.
Except me, who had to clean up all the empties at 3am for my parents coming home in the morning.
But all in all, night was much fun. 3 of my friends there I hadn’t seen for a while, one of which came up from Dundee just for it.
Moving on, thanks to everyone at Rev.iew.me that gave the site good reviews, it was very much appreciated. I’ll get around to fixing the main criticisms (colours too bright) at some point.
I also updated the site’s permalink structure - it wasn’t working properly due to my server blocking Wordpress from properly accessing my .htaccess file, but I’ve managed to sort that, so I now have have nice, bearable URLs. I’ve also added a logo to the header, and made the Cherry and Apple themes a little less bright. 
I’m really starting to enjoy college now. Well, on Thursday mostly, because of the “Multimedia Development” module we’re doing, and we’ve got an actual professional web developer in to lecture us, which is great. We’re getting taught XHTML and CSS by someone who really knows what they’re talking about! Unfortunately, we’ve started to move onto JavaScript, which I’ve never been particularly fond of. I know that it can be useful when used sparingly, but whenever I see JavaScript, all I can think about is those shitty and pointless effects that were all the rage in the late 90s. Eugh. But I guess it would be handy to have a knowledge of it that goes further than copying and pasting. 
Oh, and you should go listen to some Pendulum. They rock. Especially their second album, In Silico. Great blend of drum n’ bass and rock. I’ve become totally addicted recently.
Anyway, that’s all from me. Toodles.
Clive Says:
Hello.
Sounds tough man, I’m trying to think of a similar drunken anecdotes, but those anecdotes contain me drinking and gaps in memory.
You da man Joe, keep getting those reviews.
Surely you’re not old enough to experience the internet in the 90s 
Oh I’m rude.
Joe Says:
If you can’t remember something that happened they say you can remember it if you get drunk again. So go get pissed and tell me wonderful stories.
Actually, my uncle has been working with computers and whatnot most of his life, so I have had some (albeit a little limited) experience of 90s-flavoured Interwebs.
Aaron Says:
Reminds me of the time I tried to jump over a couch and hit my head in a somewhat drunken state, and then proceed to the fridge and break my friends jam.
Happy times. Except I woke up the next morning with a blood nose from the couch incident.
Joe Says:
Hey, at least you’ve never passed out due to hypoglycaemia at a party attended by close to 100 people.
Diana Says:
:O I love the header.
It doesn’t sound like Angus had a lot of fun. “Nipping off”, heh. No one says that around here. Adds to vocabulary.
JavaScript is my guilty please. It’s a good thing I don’t know how to write it. It’s just…so small, yet so powerful for that size. I like those pointless effects 
