Ah, it all started so innocent-like, lar! A small meeting (both figuratively AND literally) with Kev and Tanya, a few drinks...MUAHAHAHAHAH!!! No Pepsi Max, though.

Thaaats it. Keep him smiling. Let him continue to be oblivious of the alcoholic onslaught which will soon follow!

Is there anyone out there ‘cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe! Cripes, I really should stop listening to music while doing this webpage! More cohorts in the alcoholic onslaught!

Bah! Foreigners. Spend all their time in Kebab Shops ‘loitering’. Speaking with exotic accents and languages like ‘Italian’, and ‘Irish’ and ‘Spanish’ and (hang on there...P-A-N-A-M-A…)

Gosh Darn it! You were supposed to get Rooban drunk, not JOHN GB!!! Sheesh! You give one simple instruction...

Naaah, Chris. YOU da man! Yep, the party did gather MO-mentum as the night went on, and strangely enough, Roobs was not on the list of ‘happy-tipsy folk’...

‘Quick Thelma! Pout your lips against your beer and use your heat vision to attract those two drunken foreign lads!’

Yep, I’d be laughing as well, Roobs...

‘Yeah. Who da playa now, suckas!’ Don’t hate the playa, hate the game!

I really shouldn’t be listening to Jay-Z right now...