War wounds and other stuff

I've been wounded. I soldiered on bravely and helped our team to some excellent victories but I couldn't keep going...

( Wargames and some stuff about split lips that squeamish might want to avoid )

And that's that.

At some point I might recount a fun weekend last week in cambridge where I got to see Matrix: the pantomime. Or Friday night when foulds had a birthday and I got really quite unbelievably drunk. I think my first mistake being getting to the restaurant and ordering a bottle of wine just for me with dinner. :) I did meet nice new people though, many of whom recognised me from my LJ username ("Oh, so you're chrisvenus") and none of whose I can now remember. :) Sorry if any of you are reading on how drunk I got. Particularly lizzie (I think maybe that or something - I'm bad with names even when sober) who I seem to recall I got a drunken "Fuck off" or something from. Deserved I'm sure and I think probably credited to the alcohol by her too. At least I managed to get mi_guida back to my place and was gentlemanly and gave her a bed for the night and chatted til early in the morning. I can't actually remember anything that we talked about so I hope I didn't start saying anything too embarrassing. I think all the really awkward things I could have said would have been much more rmeembered. :)

So yeah. I think that does sum up the birthday dinner really (except to mention the really nice carbonara in zizzi's) so I don't need to write that up separately. Maybe I'll do cambridge though.

Now though I am goign to go have another look at my lip and contemplate dinner. Dude. Three stitches. Any lovely ladies want to book a time to see my scar? :)