The start...

I'm not sure of many things in this life. So to start I'm going to clear up what I think a blob should be... for me anyway. I obviously meant blog. A blob could be anything.

I could have just gone back and deleted that, but I have a laptop.. I'm laid down and would have to re-ajust my body to either get to the mouse or get to the arrow keys to get to the word to delete it... If you ever typed on a laptop laid down you would understand... Anyway...

A blog... Is this meant to be an account of my day to day activities? Can I embelish on the truth? Is it fact or fiction? All these questions came to my mind whilst visiting the toilet. I slipped and cracked my head... And I drew down what I saw... It wasn't a flux capacitor.

So this is going to be my account of things that happen to me and to people I know. I will maybe jazz up the boring parts.. Like for breakfast I had cheerios instead of bran flakes.. You get the idea.

So to start I'll tell you what happened last night. That's always a good place to begin..

My friend came over to hang out for the evening. I was ordered to supply the alcohol. The plan was to drink, eat pizza and get through Back to the Future parts 1-3. My friend is a big fan of BTTF... which I always knew.. I didn't know he would quote every line before the actors said it... This was fun for the first film. But it started to wear thin. Did I mention that loads of naked cheer leaders stormed down my front door inbetween movies and did a naked dance...?

Then the second movie was put on. We were feeling strong and most defo awake.. Ready to battle through the second movie. The next thing I knew I woke up on the sofa.. beer in hand (not spilt) to find the movie finished. My friend was also asleep. The only thing I can put this down to was from getting over excited from the SAS soldiers that stormed my next door neighbours house, retrieving one of the household to a blacked out van and storming off...

Because the evening was so action packed we decided to call it a night... in seperate beds. My friend is a man. Should I be naming friends? Or shall I come up with new names and keep them consistent. I'll have to have some kind of list then so I remember who is who. I'll call this person Larry. After Larry David. He would hate that.

And there we have it. My first blog.