DanGuy is not actually going back to Liverpool until Saturday, but he's otherwise occupied until then so we threw him a farewell party last night.
A lot of people were very drunk. I was not among them but I understand that it was a lot of fun, what with all the dancin'. One blonde person got very into it, and would have been awarded Life of the Party if we had awards like that.
There were a number of peg-based shenanigans going on, started, I believe, by that diabolical mastermind JR. He was outside, enjoying the breeze, when he found our clothespegs on the washing line and hatched a plan. For the rest of the night, everyone present was finding pegs pegged to their person. As I say, JR started it, but other people picked up the game, and by my reckoning the winner was Tim Penn, who managed to peg DanGuy's arm without detection.
Other things happened as well but these are best left to your imagination, not least because I've not got long left before it's tomorrow and this post is late. Suffice to say that the kitchen was quite messy this morning. Soph and Alex did the lion's share of the cleanup, and then made jam tarts. They made them wrong but whatever, it's the thought that counts.
Oh, and nobody broke any windows this time.
Joel.
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