7/04/2005 03:53:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

After a week of nothing, I've had an insanely busy weekend- I've been to two parties, held by the same person, at the same place, and as usual I've been to work.

Now, I don't want anyone reading this blog to think that all I do is "party", and that I'm a big "party animal". I'm aware that most of my updates seem to be about the various parties I've been to, but I'm merely archiving every time I actually leave my house.

On Friday evening, I turned up fashionably late to Andy's party. I've known him for around 15 years now, and I hadn't been to his house in years. I was quite releaved to find out that he hadn't moved house, as I'd neglected to check this until I turned up. What I didn't neglect to check was whether or not I was invited- being the social paranoid nutter that I am, the person who can't even socialise without running out of money, or standing on a plug, I needed a flurry of text messages to 100% confirm that I was indeed invited. I didn't want to be like Iain Duncan Smith at the Tory party conference.

It was the biggest wild party I've been to, to date. Not only was Andy and his friends there, but his family had invited their friends too. Most disturbingly of all was perhaps the two teachers from my old school- one of whom taught me science (and why the number "69" is significant, after I didn't get a joke she made, and the whole class was laughing apart from me) in year 10. I'd love to say more about this party, but essentially, it was just a party, and I had a nice time, as usual.

Less than twenty four hours later, I was back at Andy's for another party. This time it was just his friends, and it was much like the night before, only with the added mixed fortunes of a political rally being broadcast on TV. I mean, I agree with the Live8 cause, but it's a bit odd that the BBC, who must remain editorially indepedent managed to broadcast it. I mean, I'm pleased they did, but essentially they were putting forward a political point of view. "Let's help the poor" is not a partisan issue, but the whole putting pressure on the G8 leaders to do specific things, like drop the debt and increase aid (not AIDS, haha!), is a point of view. Certain Nazis might not think it's the right thing to do, and it's up the to BBC to remain fair and balanced in this. Yes, they show other political rallies- such as the anti-war stuff in 2003, but that was part of the news and not an entertainment programme. Either way, what I got to see was enjoyable, if only because of the humour in hearing "motherfucker" at 6pm in the evening on BBC One. Needless to say, the Daily Mail has infested the Points of View message board.

The other Live8 revelations were that my dad looks a bit like the guitarist in The Who, and Dundas (aka Fundar) looks a bit like the lead singer from the world's most boring band, Keane.

Back in the real world, Heggs was trying to boost his daredevil characteristics by walking across the fire. Call me safety concious, but I didnt' think it was a good idea. I'd have much preferred if he'd stuck to more sensible activities, like breaking into waterworks or posing for photos that would look dramatic if they were taken with a non-VGA camera...


Like before, it was a nice party, but very difficult to write about- especially when you don't have a picture gallery, like I did for my big rave.

Yesterday (Sunday), I didn't have a chance to rest- I was out again. We, by which I mean, myself, Heather, Matt and JD went to Soph's for a smaller table-tennis themed gathering. I was expecting to be quiet good at table tennis, given that I was runner up in the Haven (Skegness? Somewhere like that) children's table tennis competition 1996. There were three competitors. Unfortunately, Soph's smart mouth brother who was born in the nineties somehow managed to beat us all and antagonise me. He doesn't know what osmosis is though, so I've got the upperhand in the long run. The most exciting thing about the evening was probably revelations about Soph's new job, which I can't say anything about.

And that's the story of another weekend partying, folks.

Oh, and Jamesomalley blog anoraks, I'll try and get a new picture gallery soon... I think I've just about exhausted my 18th birthday gallery.

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