I’ve been meaning to write this blog for some time, but for various reasons failed to get round to it. If you’re a regular reader, if I have such a thing, then you will know I had a period of sobriety in March (I think). The 30 days ended on a Thursday, this meant I had a whole weekend to get horribly drunk and undo all the good work done in the previous 30 days. A friend of mine took some photos.
I had wanted to post them along with memories of the night, but what hazy recollection I had has now long since passed so here are the photos (heads removed to protect the innocent) and whatever commentary remains.
Preamble, I got drunk with some teachers and one of them had some chalk:
Now everyone chase each other round trying to draw on each other!

Then go home, pass out using an Xbox for a cushion and have a Taiwanese girl playfully slap you about
Incidentally the next morning two of my becocked friends had to go to a Church because they’re getting married and the Vicar wanted to give them some preamble. They woke up very late with hangovers with similar symptoms to mine and, in a hurry, pull on their clothes from the night before. Luckily they remembered the chalk phalluses and wiped them off with a wet scouring pad. Later that day they notice with genuine horror that these damp patches have dried and the chalk cocks have returned. They had spent the whole afternoon solemnly talking about the responsibilities of marriage with chalk dicks drawn on their legs! The vicar must have thought it was some kind of Pagan protest. I’m sure Jesus will forgive them!




