The weekend that started in the Pizza Hut in Barnstaple

I feel I have to write on here again as my wierd swan has been called boring. Since some funny stuff happened this weekend I shall forget about all the other stuff that happened previously. Such as the finding of Nazi memorabilia in the attic along with an embarassing list of films I recorded as a kid which included the little mermaid, (Again I promise neither me or my family are Nazis honest), and try to tell you what happened this week. The only thing is as much as I wish to entertain the likes of Joel with tales of cyber sex etc, the very reason I started this blog was so people could get to know about me through what I say rather than through what my friends say on facebook. At the time this mostly seemed to be many, many, conversations about porn with my friend Cara. Its a difficult dilemma. What I can say about this weekend is that I got very drunk. Got slapped in the face for placing someones hand on my crotch. Watched bottles of water being thrown at a wind turbine. Did some dancing which if I could remember would haunt me for the rest of my life. Went on the cliff railway at Lynton and Lynmouth. And worst of all got bullied into doing something by two evil young women which I still cannot bring myself to speak about. I shall elaborate further when the shame has subsided.