…I’ve seen this happen in other peoples loves, and not it’s happening in mine…
And all I cared about was getting this picture. Classy...
Look at the tears! This is why me and Sam should stay away from each other. Apart, we are reasonably sensible people who only cross the road when the little man shows green - together, we think drinking nothing but alcohol for 9 hours straight is a good idea. Personally I wouldn't reccomend either...
I was meant to be meeting Sam at midday, but in my excitement I managed to break the shed door. I somehow snapped the key in two leaving one piece in my hand and the other inside the lock. Normally this wouldn't of been a problem....if every single pair of shoes I own in the world weren't trapped inside the bastard thing! I had to wake my Father up, unhinge the door and then prize it open with a shovel. If I'd of known that by the end of the night I would be in hospital, I would of went back to bed.
Anyway, after I finally managed to get some shoes Sam and me had to run like bitches to catch our film. We then thought it'd be a good idea to put obscene amounts of vodka in our cinema-drinks...
Not realising quite how drunk we were, we stopped off for a toilet break in town, bought even more booze and then headed back to sams house with Tyne and Adam. More drinking and general merriment ensued until we decided to head over the road for a pint in the pub. As soon as we got outside, Sam started swaying and mumbeling and I noticed just how drunk he was. All I remember is turning around and then having Sams collosal melon-head falling into my face and hearing an aweful crack. Then I remember Tyne freaking out and lot's of blood, tasty :o) I wanted to keep it on my face but they made me wipe it off - so I made Tyne take pictures instead.
After the nose fiasco, for some reason we still thought it was a good idea to head over to the pub. We got chucked out in less than five minutes, new world record? I think so. There's another pub I can never ever go into again...
Then, yes, something else happened! Sam decided to pass out and make everyone worry about him for the rest of the night. We rolled him onto his side, wrote his mother a letter and then after watching over him for about 3 hours, tucked him in and headed home.
Needless to say, my Dad wasn't impressed when I finally got in. He took me to hospital after I came down in tears shouting something along the lines of "I DON'T MEAN TO ALARM YOU BUT SAM HAS BROKEN MY FUCKING NOSE! I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE STEPHEN FRYYYYY!" I got lots injections, a silly bandage to tape over my nose and lots of painkillers. It's not really broken I don't think, just a bit mangled.
I'll edit this with details after I've been to the hospital and had some sleep.
Edited!