Happy New Year!

Wow, what a party. It’s been a while since I partied with the Loughborough lot and I forgot quite what they could be like. Wild is one word I would use. But I did get to see lots of people I hadn’t seen for maybe a year, which was nice.

It started quite sedate with a game of Twister. Later on, Simon came downstairs to ask who had been sick one of the bedrooms. That is a disgusting thing to do, the bedroom is only across the corridor from the bathroom. Looking around at my friends, I really couldn’t think which one of them was disrespectful enough to throw up on the bed and the floor of our friends who invited us into their home. I have my suspicions who it was, though. Earlier in the evening, I opened the bedroom door to get something out of my bag which was in there, and saw someone on the bed. This certain someone was incredibly drunk so I’m pretty sure it was her.

At midnight, we continued the now six year tradition of everyone squishing into the bathroom to welcome in the new year. There’s a video here, watch it until after the countdown for the most out of tune rendition of Auld Lang Syne ever, plus someone turning on the shower while people are standing in the bath.
(Has the old embed link gone from YouTube? The new one still doesn’t work on OD)

Later in the evening started the naked dancing, with Sophie screaming at everyone to “Take your pants off!” She was a little worse for wear and her boyfriend had to keep popping her boobs and bum back in :-/

By this point it was about 3am and me and Jay were waiting to go to sleep. We were sleeping on our airbed on the living room floor so had no chance until everyone had gone. Jay thought people might leave if he brought the airbed down as a massive hint, but that just resulted in naked wrestling on our airbed and then a massive hole being punctured in it, somehow. Luckily, someone had a spare airbed which he got for us, but we had to start pumping it up again.

The next task was to try and wrestle Graeme out of the random bed he’d fallen into after getting himself undressed. People who live 75 miles away were meant to be sleeping in that bed, Graeme lives about two miles away so it wasn’t really an option. It was at this point he turned into Father Jack, drunkenly shouting at everyone to feck off, sitting only in his pants.

We finally got to bed at about 5am but I didn’t sleep a wink. I’m not sure why, it might be because the airbed was only about the size of 1.5 single beds and we’re used to a king sized bed.

The house fared surprisingly well. Despite everything that happened, the only thing that got broken was one glass. The house, incidentally, belongs to Paula Radcliffe and Ed and Ashleigh are renting it off her. Celebrity landlady!

So needless to say I’m really tired now and will be going to bed as soon as I’ve finished eating the Chinese we’re currently waiting for. Work again tomorrow. It’s going to be a shock for Jay, he hasn’t been to work for 11 days, at least I’ve eased myself back into it slowly.