Friday is Stranded
Instead of being at a friend’s stag do in Berlin I am stranded in Edinburgh. Even more frustrating, this stag do was going to involve going to a football match and indie clubs instead of strip bars and nightclubs, so would almost certainly have been excellent fun. Given my general terror of stag nights, I was actually rather looking forward to this one.
I actually didn’t bother to have a stag do, largely because I couldn’t be bothered, but also I have never had enough of a predominance of male friends to make it seem anything other than awkward. Contrary to the suspicions of the feminists I have outraged on these pages, I have always got along very well with women in general. Presumably this is because I tend to judge people entirely on whether they irritate the shit out of me or not, so despite being an offensive bastard, I’m not all that prejudiced really. So erm, how do you decide to head off with all your male pals and leave the women behind, especially when, like myself, you would have no intention of doing anything especially blokey in the first place.
My brother had an excellent stag do actually (more of that later), and Mrs. Toad got absolutely wrecked with her family and ended up dancing around the kitchen with her sister-in-law and niece bellowing pop classics into mop-head microphones. There are pictures and no, no they aren’t good.
The reason I am not in Berlin an hammered off my tits at this precise moment in time is because we are having something of a mental panic at Proper Job, motivated by our most incredible client. They should give up on medical devices and turn their attention to a perpetual motion machine, because the sheer inexhaustible power of their knee-jerking just never seems to run out. It’s not even a complicated product, but there you go. The decision paralysis that descends upon large groups of people is a powerful force indeed.
Ach, so take pity on me and de-lurk. Last weekend lots of new London people de-lurked at the Meursault shows and said hello, which was rather nice. And just last night Jesus H. Foxx de-lurked as well, opening their new blog to the public, where they are going to post news on the recording of their new album as well as demos and works in progress from the recording sessions, so I recommend you keep an eye on that one.
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
Billy Bragg – The Marriage
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Tom Waits – Better off Without a Wife (Yes, I know I always play this one.)
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Clem Snide – Forever, Now & Then
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Snow Patrol – Make Love to Me Forever
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1.Mine was nice – me and three very good friends went to York for a saturday night of pubs and food and a bit of a wander along the river – really lovely beer, nice italian food, an unexpected boat ride, a short episode in a gay bar and ending the evening standing on a table shouting ‘go on frank’ as Bruno won the world heavyweight title. We went back to york for a boys’ weekend every year for quite a while.
2. In a mildly inoffensive and, to be honest, quite snobby way a friend’s do at a holiday camp in California (that’s California, Norfolk, just outside Great Yarmouth) – miles from anywhere so we couldn’t escape, really astoundingly shit food, really shit beer, really expensive, a complete absence of ‘entertainment’ of any sort at all, and we had to stay until a shit cold minibus home at about 3am.
3. Anywhere she wants, I’m easy.
4. Don’t know. I got married because, well, why not? Small ceremony (16 people including us).
5. Simple answer – about half.
FIRST!!!
1. I’ve been on a couple where we’ve hired a house in the country, and we just spent the time twatting around in the countryside and cooking enormous meals (all that fresh air..)
2. I’ve never been on the kind you see down Rose Street / Cannongate, with the penis deely boppers etc, and have no intention either.
3. He can go anywhere he likes, frankly. Apart from anything else, the most dubious encounters always happen in the least likely surroundings. I think even he’d hesitate to go back into the Mitre on the Royal Mile..
4. No
5. 37%! Yikes!
Curses! I was nearly first, but decided to make a coffee and settle down nicely to do mine. That’ll teach me!
1. House in the mountains with outdoors and a bit of booze for a couple of days. I might have to break stag hen rules and ask Nonimage to spin us some tunes one night though.
2. I planned one for a girl I don’t even know particularly well. I planned lots of fun stuff, but then it ended up being on the week before I ran a marathon so I couldn’t do any of it. So I sat around and made sandwiches for them. I made up for it at the wedding though.
3. George Street.
4. I like the idea. But not for a while yet. I want a proper job and things first. I’m a bit of a sucker for tradition at the end of the day. But not the big church white dress kind of sucker.
5. A measly 9%.
Jesus, Adam first? What is the world coming to? We’ll have Tart commenting here before Tuesday if this madness continues unabated.
1. My brother’s was amazing. Him and me and Dad went to see the Boston Red Sox play at Fenway, and then met his friends Luke and Sally from England and our cousin Laurel and her fella Rob in the pub after. It did get quite messy eventually, but in the most relaxed way imaginable.
2. Anything involving either dressing up like a cunt, going to some tawdry strip show or going to all the effort of schlepping out to an obscure Eastern European city simply because the beer is cheap. Shit, shit, shit and more shit. Frankly, I am not going to miss you that much when you’re married.
3. Erm, she and her best friend have been off by themselves to all sorts of dodgy places. It’s only when people point it out to me that I realise it sounds a bit dubious. Mind you, Mrs. Toad let me go to Amsterdam with my football team a few times without complaining, which is something a lot of women might make that face about.
4. I have no idea, but I don’t really think there is any point. Nevertheless, for some inexplicable reason, once I met Mrs. Toad I was absolutely certain that I wanted not just to spend the rest of my life with her, but to do so as husband and wife, and it definitely feels different to me, somehow. Probably just a combination of social conditioning and possessive territorialism I guess.
5. 56% Crikey, that’s a lot.
1. a weekend of carnage in Vegas would be fun, that place is nuts. I actually had mine in Berlin and did what you are supposed to be doing this weekend, it was a lot of fun (sorry to rub it in)
2. I was on one a couple of weeks back in Bremen, it was shit. My father in law compared Bremen as being the Germany’s equivalent of Greenock. He was pretty much spot on, excpet there weren’t any junkies.
Got another stage tomorrow in your fair city, taking in Cowdenbeath vs Stenhousemuir in the afternoon. That could be very grim.
3. She’s not allowed to leave the basement she’s locked in, so nowhere I guess
4. I honestly love being married, I think it gives both of us that extra bit of security which makes everything feel really relaxed. Oh and the actual day itself was the best party I’ve ever been to. Love it.
5. about a sixth of my life (31yrs/5 1/2 yrs)
Can anyone recommend somewhere to continue late night drinking in Edinburgh that isn’t Espionage, as that’s where we always seemed to end up. That place confuses the fuck out of me, too many levels that look the same.
Is anyone who knows I Are Scientist and Wilf know enough to tell me which one is Bunsen and which one is Beeker?
Peenko, that’s not funny, you gloating bastard.
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
paintballing on quadbikes in a strip bar.
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
anything involving any of the above.
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
an eagleowl show.
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
depends….how bad does she really want that green card.
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
18 happy months.
it amused me, that’s all that matters
1. Euan’s was nice. Just hiding away in a cottage for a couple of days, talking shit and getting very drunk.
2. Any of the usual Edinburgh/grassmarket shenanigans. That whole public display of idiocy thing really doesn’t interest me.
3. Liverpool.
4. Not really, no. I’ve never seen the appeal. Also, it’s one of those grey areas where religion and the law converge, which I’m really uncomfortable with. I know marriages these days are mostly secular, but it just doesn’t sit well with me. I’m not against the idea of being married per say, but the actual process of getting married really doesn’t appeal to me.
5. Not long really. About a third. In September we’ll be coming to the end of that initial ten year “getting to know you” period. I’m hoping after that we’ll go the distance, though.
also, there was a girl at an eagleowl show? When did that happen?
1. My sister’s was fairly laid back, just dinner and drinks out. None of the embarrassing games and stupid tiara wearing that often goes on at these things.
2. One featuring the embarrassing games and stupid tiara wearing that often goes on at these things.
3. My mind’s a blank.
4. I don’t know if there’s any ‘point’ as such, but I wouldn’t mind being married some day.
5. Last partner – six years all up I think, together on and off for three. All behind me now!
“That whole public display of idiocy thing really doesn’t interest me.”
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2850828&op=6&o=global&view=global&subj=704736145&id=519775425&fbid=119420225425
That was a very private display of idiocy – just between myself, a close friend and the Scottish Parliament building.
And now, the internet.
1. I did enjoy the whole cottage vibe of mine. But Bart, remember that the white water rafting was pretty good fun also, especially hungover. The cliff jumping was perhaps a little bit dangerous though for somebody who really needed his glasses to be able to see the rocks that we were told to avoid.
Got Graeme from the Kays and Alex from Wee Reds stags in Feb and March, which are also going to be in the Scottish countryside in cottages. I do like that kind of vibe.
2. Anything that involves going to East European Cities and takes the form of stag do’s in the grassmarket/rose street areas. Horrific.
3. She can go where she wants. And she’s from Arbroath, so nowhere is that dubious once you’ve been there.
4. I like it.
5. Pretty much 1/3 of my life.
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
I’d like to go to one where the emphasis is on fine eating and drinking in the evening and fun outdoor stuff during the day
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
One in Glossop, Cheshire
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
She’s allowed wherever she wants to go, although i cannot think of any dubious places she’s been although I wouldn’t would I?
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
Not if your not in the slightest bit religeous
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
23% ish. and a bloody good time we’ve had too.
1. My own one was pretty fun. Actually we each had two. It was a really small wedding so we had a seperate joint stag and hen party a couple of weeks before with lots of people. Lots of booze, cakes, Ritchie (H. Foxx) and Gail dj-ing and some burlesque acts which unfortunately left the rest of the band quite traumatised when me and Alison were forced to get up for some belly-dancing… My proper ‘blokey’ stag was quite good too- an afternoon mucking around with shotguns followed by burgers at the Cambridge and a few drinks in the more respectable new town hostelries. Tame.
2. Anything involving the cowgate/rose street/George street.
3. The Windsor Buffet on elm row. The pints are cheap and the bastards sell scampi fries.
4. It’s great!
5. 7.25%
Matthew, I think you’ll find i’m beaker thank you very much (particularly when I used to have a flat top!! all that hair sticking up)
question 3 could be the Royal Oak, a right bunch of ageing drunken lotharios can be found in there
1. I went on a cracking stag weekend in Barcelona which featured a game at Camp Neu, lots of deep fried calamari, Sgrada Famila and an archery bar. Yep, an archery bar. This was a bit of a local secret, but it was a standard-looking bar in the north of the city where you could pick up a fairly serious-looking set of archery equipment and hit targets in these perspex lanes at the back of the pub. Great fun, but I can only imagine the sort of carnage that would ensue if you could do that on the Cowgate. We were also supposed to go deep-sea fishing, but sadly it was a bit too rough for that (the sea, and not the participants).
2. Costumes, drinking games, bad bars and worse clubs.
3. New York.
4. Possibly. Tax Credits from a future Tory government?
5. About four years.
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
My own which was in Braemar. I find the smaller the place and the fewer the options the easier it is to control large groups of boys. I did get covered in the pubes of the stagees and the locals though – some sort of rites of passage. I accepted it with good grace.
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
It would be where something really bad happens to the stag, like
where they strip you naked, tar and feather you, tie you to a lamp post, you get sodomised during the cold, dark night repeatedly by a gang of porn stars with surgically enlarged members and then you die of exposure or something, leaving a heavily pregnant wife (shotgun wedding) and a loving family. That sounds like a pretty bad stag do to me. It’s imaginery, based on anecdotal evidence, ftaod.
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
I’m pretty relaxed about this, so nowhere – I wouldn’t be that cool with her going to the playboy mansion though.
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
Not sure – and I am married. There are plus sides on an emotional level I suppose, but also there’s a taxable benefit in there somewhere too. Romantic.
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
21.875%
Wilf – good, because that’s what Dylan suggested.
4. Marriage: is there really any point?
Not if you’re not in the slightest bit religious”
Well Mrs. Toad and I are about as fundamentalist as atheists get (as I’ve said before, I find it very hard not to think of religious belief as some sort of learning disability), and we were married in France where the formalities of the whole business are basically just a legal contract between yourselves and the state.
We paid no real attention to that, however, because for me the most important thing was to declare before my closest friends that this was the woman with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life, partly because it was so public and partly because if I wasn’t 100% sincere, they would know.
It’s one of the things about the bickering about gay marriage which annoys me the most, actually. How can two homos getting hitched be more of an offence to the traditional, Biblical concept of marriage than our wedding? Were we not clear enough, did we not express our antipathy with enough venom, why don’t you get it?
it was a standard-looking bar in the north of the city where you could pick up a fairly serious-looking set of archery equipment and hit targets in these perspex lanes at the back of the pub. Great fun, but I can only imagine the sort of carnage that would ensue if you could do that on the Cowgate.
Jesus Christ on a bacon roll it would be carnage! Hilarious, ned-slaughtering carnage, but carnage nonetheless.
TT – is that stag do from hell the topic of your next tune?
Just to prove it wasn’t a figment of my beer-addled imagination…
http://www.mattelmore.org/artcl_archerybarcelona.php
(Originally Published in Barcelona Metropolitan, May 2004)
At first, it would seem unwise to combine a bar with archery lanes, but L’Arquer on Gran Via, directly across the street from the Rex Cinema, has cleverly done just that. “We were written up in Marie Claire Paris as the ‘only archer bar in Europe,’” said Jordi Hamadi, manager of L’Arquer. Inspired by Antonio Rebollo’s dramatic lighting of the Olympic flame in 1992, the bar opened nine years ago. With wrought-iron chandeliers, three-metre tall mirrors along the walls, low light and the ever-present flow of chill-out music, the places looks and feels like a medieval Post-modernist French officer’s club. “We get some serious archers in here, but also a lot of people who just want to unwind after work by drinking a few beers and shooting some arrows. Many people who have never shot a bow in their life come here for ather first time,” said Hamadi.
1. hate the concept and actuality of them, far too expensive and then you’re lumped with a bunch of freaks you don’t much like….
2. see above
3. London
4. as i get older, i’m warming to the idea
5.about 2/40ths
I unwisely just followed a link which took me to the Daily Mail “debate” about Andrew Wakefield. Can anyone offer some excellent other internet related diversions? This one is making me ridiculously angry. Serves me right for finishing my bit of thesis for the day early. Bad idea.
A stag do in Glossop sounds about as bad as the two I saw pouring out of the local pubs in Bingley last night. After I’d sat on the bus talking to a man who had literally just got out of jail. He was from Polmont and spent a lot of time talking to me about his scars and how schizophrenics are not very nice people and hence you should glass them for hurting one of your 7 children.
It’s not been a good 24 hours for my opinion of the human race.
Euan – darkness is a friend of mine but I don’t think any pop tune should address that sort of darkness…
How does an archery bar get a liquour license? It just seems like total madness to me.
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
must involve the following:
a) grown men crying
b) urination/defecation on public transport
c) the phrase ‘I just fucking love her’ followed by (a)
d) failed sexual assault
e) a practical joke gone awry (possibly ending in d)
f) personalised polo shirts with wacky in-joke names
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
the above subtracting the ‘failed’ from (d) for ‘successful’
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
Glasgow (or anywhere where poor people significantly outnumber the pigeons)
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
not really, although getting married does guarantee that people will pay attention to you for at least one day of your life
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
Approximately one sixth. fuck.
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
The one i had – a night in with the few girls i actually like… Although, two of my best friends are boys & it was pretty shit that they weren’t there.
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
A friend went to one recently where all food & drinks were served by men wearing only aprons. HELL.
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
He’s not into ‘dubious’ so i don’t need to allow it.
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer)
I honestly don’t know if there’s a point. But i like it.
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
Almost a third.
Oh, and Becky, i hope you are angry because the man is a WANKER…
1. anything outdoorsy… followed by bucket loads of wine and good friends
2. I’ve done a fair amount of the stereotypical ones, and my sober, sophisticated head scoffs at them all, but in reality, i was there sticking fivers in the leather G whilst dancing on the table… oh well!
3. Dundee. Just don’t do it.
4. This question has always bothered me. I can’t find any real reason for marriage, none whatsoever. But do i want to get married? Fuck yes!
5. 0.00001% In and out – that’s my motto!
Did i happen to tell anyone that this is my last day at my job? Happy Friday indeed!!!
Laura – yes! But there is pages and pages of people defending him as being “brave” and “anti-establishment” etc etc. Instead of just shit. Evil shit, probably.
Becky, glad to hear it. One of the aforementioned best friends is Nonimage so i thought highly of you & was hoping to have my opinion confirmed. People who think him “brave” and “anti-establishment” obviously read the Daily Mail. Enough said.
1. Ideal stag/hen do:
Toad you were on it! We went ten pin bowling, then lazer quest and to the comedy club.
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary)
Anything involving strip joints and drinking games (the latter are not much fun if you don’t drink!)
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
Years ago, there was a guy that I thought my then fiancee spent a bit too much time with while I was doing a year long post-grad course. To cut a long story short, she terminated our engagement and not long aftre I heard they were seeing each other and are now married. And in an attempt not to be possessive and jealous i had told myself it was okay for her to have males friends.
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
I think the comitment thing is important, and that’s why I have no issue with gay couples getting married.
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
Six years out of thirty three…aprox 18% or something…
Becky, you might like this: http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2010/jan/29/homeopathy-10-23-overdose
And if I am not invited to Mickey Auchinwotsit’s stag do I shall be very disappointed.
Ed – Actually, you just described what I would think of as a stag do from hell. But I was there and for some reason it was extremely enjoyable, which just goes to show how much I know!
And I have no issue with gay people getting married because it’s absolutely none of my fucking business. And the commitment thing too.
Hee hee, I just read that! I like the comments about it not being properly controlled and feeling sorry for the ones that have to neck back a bottle of paracetamol!
1. I got exactly what I wanted for mine. My Dad, Uncle, Cousin and her husband, and my miscreant brother went to a baseball game, then went to the pub.
2. Anything involving strip clubs. God they are depressing.
3. My wife goes away for business a fair bit, and her work can knock it back. Out of town and drinking heavily is always a bit dangerous. Of course I’m writing this from a hotel room, on tour. Not that I’d do anything. But I’ve seen a lot of people fuck up on the road, and I haven’t even toured all that much.
4. I don’t think there is. But then there isn’t a point to ice cream and I love that too. The problem is that a lot of people see marriage as a goal and spouse as a means to that end. As opposed to seeing marriage as an extension of being with someone you love.
5. Just under a quarter.
I’d heard about this, but didn’t realise it was tomorrow. Although technically*, given the dilutions and whatnot, swallowing a load of sugar pills isn’t really an overdose, it it?
It all reminds me of my favourite joke:
Did you hear about the homeopath who forgot to take his medicine?
He died of an overdose.
boom boom!
Okay, I won’t give up the day job..
* using words like “technically” wrt homeopathy is a bit rubbish, though, isn’t it, and suggests to me that it must be time we all went to the pub..
Er, also Matthew you wrote you cousin Laurel and Rob out of the baseball game and Uncle Dean out of the stag do in it’s entirety. This is especially cheeky because Rob paid for more of your beer than you did!
They read this blog so say you’re sorry!
Rob paid for all my beer? The bastard, I shall sic my liver doctor on him!
Mind you, the only medicine I take for my liver is gin, so he may not be too upset about that.
I only know Rob paid for your beer because they got me to tell you off! Being the responsible one is a thankless bloody task.
Come on Laurel and Rob. De-lurk and yell at the ungrateful bastard yourselves.
Noel and I go to about three weddings a year and I inevitably end up sitting by myself swilling gin and making odds in my head of how many of the weddings I’ve been to in the last five years that I think stand even the smallest chance. It’s a tiny tiny percentage.
I have de-lurked in the past, but it’s been so long since I’ve posted that you could say I have re-lurked, so in an effort to re-de-lurk:
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
Doing stuff that isn’t necessarily always drinking (but could also involve drinking). Outdoor activities, gigs, sporting events, treasure hunts!!!
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
I went to Prague for a good friend’s stag. One guy drank a bit too much and headed back to the flat we were staying in a bit early. Thinking he was doing us a favour, he propped the front door open with a wine bottle (he didn’t think we had keys) then passed out in a chair by the door. Predictably, we got robbed. Lost iPod, $$$ and flat keys which we had to replace at exorbitant rate. Rest of the wkend was really good though.
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
I’m pretty chilled out about that kind of thing.
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
I hope my girlfriend never stumbles across this: no, not really.
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
26%
Hello Dan, long time no, erm, see. You still in Edinburgh? (This is Edinburgh Canadian Dan, isn’t it?)
Alright Ben, because you asked and because you’re my favourite cousin …
1. Ideal stag/hen do.
I agree that my cousin’s was perfect – Fenway Park, relaxed drinks at a pub afterward. But the best part was watching my husband suffer the next morning on the ferry to Cape Cod.
2. Stag/hen do from hell (anecdotal or imaginary).
A friend of mine almost had a stag consisting of 12 guys in a hotel room playing 4 hours of poker with topless card dealers. I get claustrophobic just thinking about it. Thankfully that plan was nixed and he had what by all accounts was a very pleasant evening (although he did get tied up at one point).
3. Most dubious place you’ve ever allowed a partner to go, unsupervised.
Algeria.
4. Marriage: is there really any point (this is not a loaded question; I am married myself, remember, and I still don’t think I have an answer).
No, but weddings are pretty fun!
5. Proportion of your life you’ve known your current/last partner.
58%.
Ben is no longer my favourite anything.
You’ve been lurking this long, and this is what it takes for you to finally crawl out of the woodwork. Shame on you!
And for the record, I do not like weddings and am not going to any more. In fact, if fewer had come to mine, I would have liked it more.
I got my math wrong! That should be 42%, not 58%.
Matthew, you wrote poor Uncle Dean out of Ben’s stag entirely, and you’re trying to shame me??
I like weddings when they are personal and reflect the people in them. If they reflect the vendors of people getting married I find them painful.
I like any wedding with an open bar and a DJ who plays the majority of my (often multitudinous) requests. I almost always have great fun at weddings. Perhaps I’m just getting old.
Yep.
Best wedding song ever:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Without a doubt.
The only problem with this blog is that it takes so long to read all the comments that I forget what I was planning to say in the first place.
1. I’m getting one soon and I have no idea, something that doesn’t involve strangers or busy places. yeah, party.
2. busy places full of strangers. Weird how I like playing music to them but.
3. Don’t have to worry as she’s as safety conscious as someone who has been forced to eat powdered Crimewatch for breakfast and a special type of tinnitus that whispers “that one’s a murderer” whenever a dubious looking character appears on the horizon.
4. I am just about to find out so just now the point of it seems to be to provide a massive financial and diplomatic test before being allowed to wake up to a beautiful lady each day. I think so though cos of the last bit. Beautiful ladies are awesome.
5. 22.22222222%
Berlin calling!
Sorry no time to do the five, what with there being only three minutes left on the timer for this internet cafe computer in the hotel, and the Y and Z keys being in completely the wrong place on the keyboard.
Took me five minutes to fine the @.
Okay, better go get drunk again!