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I'm still alive. Considering I was battered when I left the Church at 3pm before heading to Covent Garden and some Ozzie mischief at Belushi's bar, that is some achievement.

We're talking Flaming Lamborghini's (*3) and each one is made of 5 shots, then Viagra (Cocktails) and Lynchburg Lemonades, I was completely off my rocks by 9! The rest is filled in with stories from my Bro and buddies and involve bungie ride in Cov Garden, being upside down on the train and basically just being a total before getting home and passing out at the ridiculous time of 10.30! I must be getting old.

So that was my birthday. Best pressie is my Platinum and Diamond stud earrings I wanted since I put my sleepers back in, so now I'm some bizarre old punker bling

Rest of the holiday weekend was spent gardening and BBQ. Gardening is so bizarre, strangely therapeutic after bashing the kidneys and liver all weekend. Reason for the green fingers is I'm selling my apartment here and buying a big house as in investment before I fly back to Oz in December for 6 months... Need to do at least one thing sensible now i'm such an old man

Off to work in London today, and allegedly drinking afterwards... Hmmm