back in the gin saddle

In the background someone is winning who wants to be a millionare and I should be marking essays. Instead I am reading about the lives of obscure Americans ... Just got back from a fantastic weekend in the Welibu. It seems an age I since the saw the sea. Sean's birthday was a festival of ginfizz and cheesy pop. Due to drunkeness the former was inariably pronounced jizz ... classy. Stayed singing heart of glass til 4am with Vaughan while Melanie and Sean slept on the couch. The birthday boy looked fetching in his new tool belt and it looks like they are going to need it as the ceiling of the new house has already crashed down into the lounge. The next day we went in search of food but all the cafes were full ... one entirely booked out with women in glitter wigs and biro scribbles on their cheeks .... We finally got eggs at a place where everyone got called doll ... then went to see a hangover movie, though we weren't hung over enough to enjoy it...