OK, today the student bar at the halls we lived in last year opened, so we went along for cheap drink and straight-out-of-college first year birds, etc. One guy was driving, but we couldn't all fit in the jam jar, so Big Gay Mike elected to ride in the boot. It was a little odd, but it worked.
Back at the gaff, we decided that, since it was Slim Jim's birthday (he's 24, and officially the oldest man in Leicester), he should be bound hand and foot with gaffer tape. We then dumped him across the street, before deciding to give him to some random metalers who apparently live down the road from us. They invited us in but then untied Jimbo, who, naturally, wanted revenge, forcing us to run away. However, we later compensated by stealing all their chairs.
All in all, not a bad evening's work.
