Yesterday, just after 6pm, a deeply sodden Daniel Hobart turned up at my front door. He had made the 2 mile journey from Bath Spa train station to my flat in torrential weather conditions. Mr. White also made a rare appearance. He turned up carrying the largest pizza I have ever seen. Its size was comparable to that of a monster truck hubcap.

Later in the evening, Mr. Johnny Watkins and Simon arrived and after a break for pizza and Frazzles crisps (Dan’s choice), four player GoldenEye begun on the Nintendo 64. White had already left at this point. Apparently drinking until you vomit bile is more fun for some people than a frantic evening of classic N64 action.

Mr. Watkins and Dan fueled themselves on Sprite, a wise alternative to Coca Cola due to the absence of caffeine. GoldenEye is a game which makes even the most docile person as frantic as a rabid dog on speed, therefore adding caffeine to the mix is not a good move.

I stuck to the Carling while Simon, the wannabe Theirry Henry, drank a whole bottle of red wine. Tut tut tut Simon, red wine may be good for the heart, the liver won’t be thanking you.

The GoldenEye session was followed by a bout of Fifa 07 involving Simon and I before the evening was drawn to a close.

No paparazzi!

My name’s Simon. I don’t have a drink problem

I didn’t have a good nights sleep. Dan was sleeping at the foot of my bead like a faithful dog, Watkins having crashed his car days earlier (for the second time in a year) was also forced to sleep on the floor next to Dan. One of the two buggers was snoring like a pig all night long. I originally suspected it was Dan and tried to record his grunts using the voice recorder on my mobile phone. When I got closer though, I found out that the noises were coming from Mr. Watkins, who quite relevantly calls himself “The Piglet”.

And that was my evening and night. Dan and I will shortly be going into town for a (late) breakfast, but not before I force him to write a blog of his own. Have a look at Daninthemix.com for his version of the events.