We all do stupid things whilst drunk, like peeing up a sign...yes, quite an ordinary experience, but in this case i was standing atop my friends shoulder whilst marking out my territory up against a mini-roundabout sign atop a pole. Good times.

I really enjoyed myself the last two years, surrounded by groups of fantastic friends, doing some mighty fine stupid stuff.
Everyone's favourite passtime, bush jumping, and no, not the sexually orientated activity, so please, feel free to walk away should the lack of sex be a weight upon your fragile mind because i refuse to bring up such profanities in what is otherwise, an innocent little jot on a blank page.
Threesomes, that was great, and weird, one of the most bizzarre incidents of my life:
A large number of us were out drinkin, under age and illegally in the summer while i was about sixteen. Sitting on the side of a large sloping hill looking out over the medway, smoking and drinking our minds away. This was probably my first experience with narcotics, and boy was that good.
Back to a friends house who's parents happened to be away, and into bed we clambered, three of us, a lovely looking blonde lass, and beyond all belief, a ginger male friend of mine.
I woke up next morning with snatches of memories of our little bedtime adventure mixed with eating sausage rolls, and no, that is not a euphamism. Yes i may once have had divergences of the sexuaity nature, but i am now firmly set in my horny, straight, boob-adoring ways.
That was one of the things about university, so much drinking it was wild, and again so many narcotics.
The narcotics, the smoking, that was very much a younger thing for me, towards the end of my uni years i found myself peering down my nose at the doobie dangling from my lips with disdain. I just lost interest.
Back to the topic of drinking, I've just noticed a nice gash across my hand, from where it came i do not know, but i'd hazard a guess as to it being from a barbed wire fence or something similar.
In the same fashion i can feel a nice set of bruises and grazes up my side, but i do know where they came from. That would be when i leapt at my friend, sending us both down to the cold, hard tarmac, wet and muddy.
I don't really know where this post is going so maybe i can just wrap it up.
Oh, and if you're around London on friday, look out, i'll be there with my chumps razing the city and wreaking havoc throughout, so look out and just keep out of our war path, or give us a nice flash. A pair of perky pert breasts always goes down a treat with a night of alcohol.

So good drinking everyone and safe binge!

P.S. If you have any interesting drinking stories drop a comment below and we'll have a laugh (Or not, whatever the case may be)