"I lurv An-der-ton...ee iz so skeelful"

tonite was new years so we had to go get supplies for our meal at riceys gaff

we had our two italian chefs working on the beef joint

ricey struggled with the wine

riceys flatmate camilla cracked open the champagne

banter

me and gulla washed up

I lost the toss and had to dry, although ive never witnessed anyone so rubbish at washing up before

arty

after the meal we rocked up to the park where they had fireworks

camillas brother was psyching himself up for an almighty sleaze that I would have been proud of

then we all stood in a circle and watched the biggest cowboying of a fireworks display ive ever seen
kids were launching fireworks out of their hands and they were flying over our heads

then we hit brammys party. he was pretty miffed that ricey didnt turn up for midnight

pippo brought a load of italians to the party

secret party

canadian alex was there. she tried to sleaze into me but I wasnt jumping on that bandwagon

Ari made some cocktails. they were aces

me and bram tried to get our sleaze on with mags but she was busy getting cornered by King Sleaze

dangerous fireworks display number 2

'cock heavy'

cos it was a sausage fest i spend a third of the night talking to Luca about Italian footballers
then he made my night by announcing his favourite english footballers were Barmby, Anderton and Les Ferdinand

carnage

gulla fell asleep for about 2 hours. He was the only one to do so, and we didnt take advantage of him

oh wait, we did a bit

necking...sans rapist gloves...

this dutch guy loved Gil Swerts nearly as much as me

To take law in hands

the night before we got baked and stayed up to watch saddams execution

I said we should have put him in the running man and have people like Hans Blix hunt him down like buzzsaw

ricey has a poster from India about bad habits. hopefully if you click on the picture it will show it in all its glory

my favourites are the top right and bottom left 'habits'...

then we went for pizza

Gulla and Maggie came from the Isle of Man for new years

the happy couples

Si and his bird came from Manchester but might not be at brams party.

I said I'd get in contact with him and see his band play at the student union

Brammy and the dutch mafia came to the pub

Maggie has 'carney hands' but they are bigger than riceys birds

I leant my camera to Maggie and they ended up taking pictures of randoms.

turns out two of the guys werent sleazes, but knew riceys bird from uni

Phil was named Gulla by the Manx crew cos he was shat on by a seagull

I reckon this was caused by brits

this was i had to put up with all night. luckily I had maggie and gulla to keep me from getting dangerously bored

dangerous

Strike a pose...

New Romantic?

tranny?

Bruxelles

I decided I'd go see ricey in Brussels for new years

for some reason I was flying there in this little deathtrap.

I was surprised that it didnt have rotor blades

I saw a weird coloured circle out of my window, I managed to capture it on the camera. do you see?

then I had to get the train from the airport to Gare Centrale to meet ricey

this is his yuppie neighbourhood. "location location location" he said

porn merchant

riceys two favourite clubs

this is his crib. he lives in the attic like Anne Frank. He doesnt keep a diary or wear dresses though

we rocked up at Bram's house. he had his cousin and her mate over from the Netherlands
I met Nico. he was dressed like a Cat Burglar

Bram is thinking about starting his new years eve party at 4 till 4am.

I'm not keen on spending twelve hours surrounded by what ricey is calling a 'sausage fest'

stefan (or sharky as he's affectionately now called)

seems that some of my phrases have been adopted by the euro crew

'cock heavy' and 'derailed' seemed to go down well on the continent...
me brammy and ricey went to a club named Soho

they played Tiesto then Scooter straight after it and noone batted an eyelid
"you look like James Blunt"

oh really?

well you look like a disgrace

I say that, but I still wanted a bit of neckin' (for the blog)
she soon locked horns with some euroclown behind me on this pic so the dream was over...

"so you're from manchester?"

I dont know how he worked that out from my accent

I only said about 3 words in the taxi, and not one of those was 'mad for it'

dan and brammy. or should I say fatty D by the look of that chin?