I went to Buzz last night and it was hillarryharryarse. Hehe, we went carol singing with gospel choir round pubs in Wakefield, which in the end turned out to be a gospel-choir-carol-singing-pub-crawl-thing, so needless to say by about 11 when we finished, we were half way gone. Buuuuuut then me Becky and Caroline decided we'd go to a bar in Wakefield for a few more. So we went, and we met these blokes who were all like, 'Come to Buzz with us!!' and we were like, 'yeah, if you're paying..' and then they were like 'Okay then!', so we did. The only problem being that, being dressed for gospel-choir-lets-go-and-annoy-all-the-pub-goers-by-singing-badly-cos-we're-drunk-thing, I was wearing some black combats, deisel trainers, a T-shirt and my big coat with a scarf. So we all had to go to the toilets to beg for make-up, I swapped shoes with Becky because she was wearing trainers which you're not allowed in buzz, but my combats were that baggy you can't see my shoes anyway, and we went to Buzz and had fun. The end. The result - I am now happier than I was, yet hungover, and my combats really stink of smoke and I only washed them yesterday. Grrr. Mind you, I was asking for it seeing as we were going round pubs anyway... I have Composing and Arranging to do, laaaah laaaah laaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... but John Joyce can go suck on a dead giant snail if he thinks I'm going to spend my Christmas/new years on writing 12 bar blues as appposed to getting drunk and being stupid, laaaah laaaaaaaah laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... I need more beads for christmas presents. Hmmmmm... interesting... I'm bored. :-D