Yesterday i went to the Cwmfelin pub to celebrate em's 18th, i caught a bus up there w/ Martyn and we got attacked by a bunch of chavs on the bus, they decided that it would be funny to throw chains at us. Also, Martyn had dyed his hair green {Which look totaly rad} and they were calling him the grinch. It's nice to know that you are no longer guarenteed to walk the streets without being verbaly abused by someone in a tracksuit and 46516516 chains draped around their neck.

Steriotypical much ?

The night went rather well, Mandy was three parts pissed by the end of it and could no longer stand up on her own, hehehe.

Me and Martyn ditched the group and went for a walk until we found this really random round about and sat down on it. We seriously needed a tent cause i was in a camping mood but tesco's was closed, pfft.

So we ditched that idea and went for the longest walk in my life into town, it was Packed !

It took us like 30 minutes to find a taxi but Martyn eventually stopped one. I decided that we should go back to mine, so we did but to my horror, i'd forgotten my key and my dad was dead asleep and couldn't hear us knocking shit out of the door. We knocked the door, rang the house phone and threw stones at the window, yet he still didn't hear us.

My dad finally opens the door, Martyn started to feel really unwell so i gave him my bed while i bunked in david's room.

We had breckfast and then me and my dad dropped Martyn back home. He looked so ill, bless.

So over all my weekend went pretty well, considering all i do is stay in the god damn house.

xoxo