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I'm back from Liverpool on what must have been one of the best weekends this year. Saturday Night was brilliant, and it began at around 5:30, watching the football results come in and around the country. We origianally planned to head to Weatherspoons for a spot of tea before the comedy, however we decided against it to have a Dominos. We forsaked it the night before instead going for the better value of Papa Johns. However, we realised the errors of our ways with the stodgy horrible pizza we got. Dominos is the king, and we tucked into the into the Tex-Mex and Pepperoni Passion pizzas, we were happy chappies. After the Dominos, we headed out to the main event of the weekend - Comedy Night with Jim Jefferies. We saw Jim earlier this year and promised ourselves we'd go and see him should...

Bah, what's wrong with all of you? Less than a week that I posted that I was a bit down with my dating calamity, this - this - is what I've had to put up with within the last 24 hours. Logging on at 8am to blog (seriously), and being greeted with Vicky talking about Japanese porn. Fern talking about Morgan's boobs and snogs. Celeste talking about knobbing minor royalty/BBC Reality TV stars. Guy wittering on about this girl he met in real life off myspace and used the ";)" a lot. Closest that I got? A mate of mine talking about his Hypospadias* condition to me, with detail. And pictures. All in all - in my semi drunken state, I am feeling fairly left out. STOP IT YOU LOT AND JOIN MY FANTASY FOOTBALL LEAGUE! In other news, I mostly spent tonight watching the match between Liverpool and...

I've been blogging for over four years now, and I've never met anybody through blogging. It's a bit of a shame really, as I think there are some amazing people on the links bar, who I would quite happily go for a few drinks with. Nevertheless, I've never actually plucked up the courage to go on a blogmeet: primarily because I've never been near one. Until now. You see, surfing through blogs at Blogadvance (note to all, it pisses over Blogexplosion from a great height), I came across International Andy's blog. The blog is about a guy who has travelled the world (hence International) and is called Andy (hence Andy). He has settled in Chester, and is organising a blogmeet in The Old Harkers Arms in Chester. I think it's near the station, looking at the map on their website. It also appears...

God, it's such a shitty corny title, but yes. Now. Officially. I've left Liverpool. For good. It did make me shed a little tear in my room, which it was for the last two years. A proper house of trouser too for the most part of it. There are stories to tell, and dates which will be forever remembered of the 4 residents 131 Albert Edward Road, and hangers on. I'm allowed to say that address, as I don't live there anymore, so nobody can stalk me. I've so many memories from the house, which I'll share with you now. I'll explain as many as possible, but some I'll leave be, as they're not that interesting.....you just had to be there. Landing Cricket. A derivative of cricket played with a tennis ball, clothes horse and a piece of guttering. You need a landing also. We got bollocked for this...

As I've returned to Liverpool, it's wierd how easy it is to slip into an old routine. Hell, playing poker whilst sitting in your boxer shorts is hardly routine, but hell I was doing that for most of yesterday. But my time in Liverpool was not about Royal Flushes in my skivvies, it also featured a lot of visits to Subway. I first got introduced to Subway through my ex bowling captain in 2nd year. We used to go on impromptu pub crawls at around 4pm every Tuesday, and we stopped at 7pm for Subway. It was awesome times, and earned so many loyalty cards with the sub club scheme. Instead of spend them, I save them for a rainy day. I've still got 8 left now. There's no time limit on them. Is there? The little shits! They're removing the loyalty scheme on June 1st. Probably because they're going...

Last night was Tom's 21st, so we went to the Comedy Club to celebrate. I have missed going there, just feel so cultured going, and we don't have anything like that around North Wales. Well we do, but it's like Joe Pasquale in Rhyl for £20. No thanks. Shame really, as I'm sure a comedy club in somewhere like Speakers Corner in Colwyn Bay would be good. Anyway, I digress. There were two really funny comedians and two bombs, so 50% hit rate is not to be sniffed at, especially as the two that were funny were laugh out loud funny. Following the show, we went to a place caleld Heeby Jeebies. I've never ever been there before, and kind of got separated from the group on the way (largely due to me wanting a burger, so I got a burger). I was lost, and I couldn't find anybody. All I knew was...

"Be careful..." Mum warned me on Thursday, "you have changed your life so much in the last 3 weeks. When you go back to Liverpool, you look at what you've thrown away. Your life, your friends, your job. You can't go back.". "I know mum. I'm not sure I want to." I know it sounds a bit harsh, and Mum didn't exactly mean that I've thrown my friends away. I'm sure they're glad that I'm working in an awesome job, and they'll still be there. I had a pretty amazing weekend, but I know one thing. I did the right thing. This weekend I drunk double what I have done in the rest of the 3 weeks combined. At most, I drunk 6 pints in the last 3 weeks, so it wasn't too hardened drinking (trust me, compared to my main university days, it was nothing). Nevertheless, I struggled, more so on the Friday than...

What a match, what a great match. In what must go down as one of the greatest games of football (certainly this season) Liverpool beat West Ham in a penalty shoot out after extra time finished 3-3. To leave it at that would not tell the full story. It was immense final. West Ham took a 2-0 lead before Djbril Cisse knocked in one before the break. The atmosphere in the pub, while subdued when West Ham were 2-0 up, suddenly sprung to life. 2-1 was a good place to be at half time, as Liverpool were not playing well. Following a break, and a well executed corner, Steven Gerrard blasted a screamer into the top right hand corner of the net to equalize, and the pub went ballistic. They were silenced a few minutes later when West Ham began asserting their dominance on the game again, and took...