Christian keeps sending me replies to emails I sent him years ago, it's quite confusing. They're all things like this -

On Tue, 24 Dec 2002 21:19:12 +0000, Liam Astley wrote:

today i was filled with existential woe and decided to kill myself by jumping off a bridge, however an angel stopped me and showed me what the world would have been like if i had never existed; apparently all my friends would have a lot more money. however christian had gone insane because he didn't have anyone to talk to about the ramifications of post-crisis DC superheroes remembering the existence of barry allen, so i decided to come back to life, and ran through the streets of oxford shouting "merry christmas!" to everyone. then all the townsfolk gathered at my house and gave me a dvd with all the pavement videos on, which i watched while drinking vodka

the end

ps i am drunk

pps i love you all, merry christmas!

Actually that's a lie, I think most of them say things like "Are you coming out for a drink tonight?" or "God I'm so hungover, I think I might die".

He's got one of those gmail accounts (actually I've got one too, fuck knows if I'll ever use it) and ported all the emails he's had stored across. Disturbingly he seems to have stored every single email he's ever had. That's just part of his strange strange charm I guess.

It was my birthday a couple of weeks ago, I went out on the Friday to Revolution in Lancaster with Christian and Sian and this happened. Distrubing.

I then had a fancy dress party on the Saturday, it was pretty fun. I got a bit stressed during the day due to disorganisation/hangover/boiling weather, but once the party actually started I managed to calm down a bit and actually enjoy myself. Everyone else seemed to have a good time as well, more or less. Poor Marie had a bit too much of a good time and ended up leaving me a street pizza present in the back garden. Aside from some fantastic costumes, one of the coolest things was that some friends I haven't seen for ages like Neil and Ady managed to make it over.

Anyway, there's some photos from the party here and here.

My actual birthday was on the Sunday, I spent most of it tidying up mess and trying to recover from my third day of hangover. Christian and Sian took me out for a meal though to the Lancaster Kabab & Steak House in the evening, which was nice though the scary-sized portions made me feel like I might rupture inside, Se7en-style.

It's sort of odd being 27. The death year! Not sure how I actually feel about it so far, I think there's too many other things on my mind at the moment like moving house.

Randomly, it looks like we've got a house sorted out to move into. After organising it though I found out it's a house that Pete used to live in. Lancaster is a worryingly small place at times, it's like Two Degrees of Separation or something.