No Spaces

This is where things get sketchy. No diary and my camera was out of batteries. I do recall Steven getting dumped by his girlfriend, so that involved lots of drinking.

There was of course the daily episodes of countdown, the mass consumption of hot-dogs, the continuos chatting up with no avail of ladies. The 11 day period without a wank. The occasionaly phonecall from Keith with his constant 'No comment' on whether he was getting laid or not. I know I downloaded all 14 episodes of Spaced during this period, and I'm sure there was another depressing ecstasy fueled night out with Martin. But apart from that, I have no idea what happened...

I seem to recall playing a game of pool while opposite us this amazing blonde with a low cut t-shirts and huge boobs played a game of pool with some other girl. After they finished playing they started kissing. So very sweet.

On Sunday Martin has to kick me out cause he's got some girl coming over, so I head back to Keiths whereupon Steven (Keiths twin brother) informs me that Keith is now going to be staying in Austria for the rest of the week. That sly dog. This is rather wank as I'm in Wolves, and there's nobody really around to hang with besides Neil who is getting really annoying as he never shuts the fuck up, and Steven who isnt as cool as Keith. Nobody else gets here till the end of the week. That night we head out to the Royal London to watch Liverpool play Man United. It's packed, so drinks in hand, we walk across the street to the Varsity, where we are greeted with a nice quiet pub, a big screen, and most importantly, a table which seats about 12 young attractive foreign students. Dear diary...

JACKPOT!

Liverpool lose which sends me into a deep depression, the sounds of an attractive american accent from the girl-table the only thing that cheers me up. A girl stands up to take a photo of all the girls. I turn to Neil who blocks my exit 'Move'. 'Huh?'. 'Move man move!' he gets out of the way and I offer my exceptional photographic abilities to the table full of young innocent fresher students who look at me as if I'm the nicest guy on the planet.

Finger on the button, a table full of smiling amazing women in front of me, my brain knows there is an opportunity here.

'Everybody say 'David!'

With that a chorus of 12 heavenly voices shouted out my name.

Daddy cool.