A evening spent on Button Moon
It's 11pm and my brain has just about started to function again. As I pre-emptively warned you yesterday, last night I took a night off from my full time occupation of being a boring fuc*er (aka teetotalism) and went to my friends fancy dress house party. It was a good night, I got drunk, but didn't feel ill. I was what I think is referred to as "sensible" with my drinking, although many others weren't so well behaved. The party had 4 "rooms" each with a different theme (Space, Jungle, Wild West and Under the Sea). As I had neither the time nor the skill to knit myself a Clanger outfit, I did the usual thing I do with costume problems, I left it until 2 hours before the party started and then panicked. I decided that Mr Spoon from the children's program Button Moon would be the easiest 'Space' costume to make. I nipped out to Sainsburys and purchased a plastic plate as my hat, attached a wooden spoon to each of my wrists while Nick kindly made me some huge novelty buttons to adorn the front of my t-shirt. To be honest I am pretty sure it was the worst ever fancy dress costume, but most people seemed to get it. Fortunately I didn't take any photos of myself so there is no evidence to show here, but just believe me when I say it was totally rubbish!
What was not 'totally rubbish' was the quality of the decorations at the house party. Never before have I seen such quality in set design for what is essentially just another student piss-up. In the wild west room they had even gone to the trouble of finding some real hay bales. This kind of attention to detail would have been less weird if the hosts of the party were of the artistic female breed, but alas they are all blokes. How strange, how 21st century??? They will go down in history as the only people to ever decorate a microwave. Put simply their house looked "AMAAAAZZZZING".
It's too late to write anymore about it, here are the photos, enjoy.....
Here is Colin and Sarah (I don't think I have been to a fancy dress party were Colin has not been topless. Why is this?)
I have often feared that there would be a backlash against me putting up all these photos of people on the internet. Amazingly everybody I speak to about my blog really doesn't care, that is everyone except for Elkie. Last night she tried to punch me while I was snapping away. Luckily my paparazzi reflexes meant I avoided serious harm. But let this be a warning to you, don't mess with Elkie, she might look soft and cuddly but really she’s a savage!
Luckily Dan (one of the hosts) came to my rescue and tamed the lion.
Some people did not have the same apathy to costume endeavours as me...
Some girls talked to me (so I took a photo as evidence). Leo, Lindsey and Lorraine
Another of the hosts was Rich. Last night I explained to Rich why I have named him "Coolest guy at Exeter University", I had five reasons, but I can't remember them now. But trust me this guys is cool.
As per usual with any function I see worthy to attend, there was a lot of drinking. Drinking has many advantages but here is one of the best. Girls get drunk (see below).
And then spontaneously start kissing for no reason(it's OK, they live together)....
I asked John to smile and pose for the camera. This is what I got in return. Cheers mate.
By 1am Becky was totally wasted and I was well on my way.
I took Becky home and she made some kind of heavenly food (involved cheese and sausages) for John and Me. We watched some of the F1 repeats which was the only thing on TV at 3 in the morning. John passed out on her bed. I took a photo of him, told him not to be sick, patted him on the head and took the beer scooter back to my house.
This morning I was totally amazing to find that I had managed to bring both the wooden spoons home with me unharmed. I don't remember seeing them after about 11pm but somehow they followed me home. Good thing too as they belong to Nick and she would have inflicted some severe domestic violence (more than usual) on my defenceless body if I had lost them.
Not a great story for tonight (unless Colin did something stupid that I didn't know about), I am too tired to try and make it sound anymore interesting, but you'll have to believe me when I say it was a great night.
What was not 'totally rubbish' was the quality of the decorations at the house party. Never before have I seen such quality in set design for what is essentially just another student piss-up. In the wild west room they had even gone to the trouble of finding some real hay bales. This kind of attention to detail would have been less weird if the hosts of the party were of the artistic female breed, but alas they are all blokes. How strange, how 21st century??? They will go down in history as the only people to ever decorate a microwave. Put simply their house looked "AMAAAAZZZZING".
It's too late to write anymore about it, here are the photos, enjoy.....
Here is Colin and Sarah (I don't think I have been to a fancy dress party were Colin has not been topless. Why is this?)
I have often feared that there would be a backlash against me putting up all these photos of people on the internet. Amazingly everybody I speak to about my blog really doesn't care, that is everyone except for Elkie. Last night she tried to punch me while I was snapping away. Luckily my paparazzi reflexes meant I avoided serious harm. But let this be a warning to you, don't mess with Elkie, she might look soft and cuddly but really she’s a savage!
Luckily Dan (one of the hosts) came to my rescue and tamed the lion.
Some people did not have the same apathy to costume endeavours as me...
Some girls talked to me (so I took a photo as evidence). Leo, Lindsey and Lorraine
Another of the hosts was Rich. Last night I explained to Rich why I have named him "Coolest guy at Exeter University", I had five reasons, but I can't remember them now. But trust me this guys is cool.
As per usual with any function I see worthy to attend, there was a lot of drinking. Drinking has many advantages but here is one of the best. Girls get drunk (see below).
And then spontaneously start kissing for no reason(it's OK, they live together)....
I asked John to smile and pose for the camera. This is what I got in return. Cheers mate.
By 1am Becky was totally wasted and I was well on my way.
I took Becky home and she made some kind of heavenly food (involved cheese and sausages) for John and Me. We watched some of the F1 repeats which was the only thing on TV at 3 in the morning. John passed out on her bed. I took a photo of him, told him not to be sick, patted him on the head and took the beer scooter back to my house.
This morning I was totally amazing to find that I had managed to bring both the wooden spoons home with me unharmed. I don't remember seeing them after about 11pm but somehow they followed me home. Good thing too as they belong to Nick and she would have inflicted some severe domestic violence (more than usual) on my defenceless body if I had lost them.
Not a great story for tonight (unless Colin did something stupid that I didn't know about), I am too tired to try and make it sound anymore interesting, but you'll have to believe me when I say it was a great night.
posted by Nurton at 10:46 am
7 Comments:
great party. I don't have a hangover and I still feel like I was there.
So since I'm new to this blog (and like it alot), I'm allowed to ask one annoying outsider question, I hope. Didn't William, son of Diana, go to Exeter? Anyone see him around?
I had no idea this school rocked so senselessly. You guys are the real deal! Impressive.
No, Wills is in his final year at St Andrew's University near Edinburgh. My girlfriend (who is at Edinburgh University) has seen him out and about on the odd night out. As a point of information I must say I think it's slightly more relevant that Will's is the Prince of Wales' son and heir to the throne than 'son of Diana' (which has shades of Greek mythology about it!)
For the sake of completeness I am at Bristol University, as is Euan Blair, eldest son of the Prime Minister - he lives with two of my friends. Thus, when I am drunk I often brag that I 'know him'.
I thank you.
wow, I love this insider stuff. I really do! We never hear about the PM's kids here in the US. Didn't his wife do some wild partying or something? (Sorry... don't mean to hijack Nurton's blog.)
Well, you're right on all accounts about Royal matters. I only pipe in because I see that Nurton parties pretty well, has a large circle of crazy-fun friends and is able to document everything in an amusing fashion for the rest of the world to enjoy. So that's why I thought it was weird that maybe William (Wills) was at this school. Okay!~ St. Andrews.
Who do we know who graduated from Exeter? Chelsea Clinton went to Oxford, no?
Anyway, good luck with your studies at Bristol. Between your friends and their roommate, and your girlfriend at Edinburgh, there's got to be some great stories to be heard at the pub.
Thanks Mark!
Well for starter, Thom Yorke from the band Radiohead went to Exeter as did some tosser who won the first(?) UK pop idol.
Am bored and can't be bothered to work, so any excuses for pointless surfing most welcome today! This is from the uni prospectus:
"Exeter’s famous former students include Harry Potter author JK Rowling, Thom Yorke, the lead singer of Radiohead, and Felix Buxton of Basement Jaxx. Peter Phillips, the son of the Princess Royal, is a recent graduate, as are BBC weather presenter Isobel Lang, wildlife TV expert Nick Baker and Radio One DJ Emma B."
Didn't know we had so many (though i like the lack of mention regarding a certain Mr Will Young!)
JK Rowling? Wow, that one will be hard to top! Interesting list of grads.
I bet the upcoming class will mop the floor with their predecessors. (*If Nurton's phone photos are any indication. A wild bunch is about to take on the world.)
see u wud have got away with those pics of me, if you hadn't told me you had a blog on friday night....ahh another drunken night...just remember i have pictures of you tooo :)
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