My very excellent friend, Kelly Louise, invited me to Nottingham for a weekend of excess. I accepted this challenge with an enthusiastic disregard for my liver. In just 44 hours in Nottingham I managed to drink in 7 different bars, watched patiently, through a glass roof, for some pigeons to poo, became Jenga champion of the universe (self appointed), ate pizza for breakfast, had a total of 5 hours kitten interupted sleep, crashed a motorbike (more than once) and best of all made several new friends.

Is that somebody at the door?

Jenga, Kelly feels the pressure

The barbequed chicken is so hot, no hands

My mate Tim said Michael looks like Robbie Fowler. What do you think?

Thats the cutest parrot I have ever seen. Come to think of it, its the cutest pirate too.

Dont ring the bell like that ever again

As is usual at parties, Bobster knows the place to be is in the kitchen with the ladies

Women outnumber men 4 to 1 in Nottingham, but the gay scene is still thriving

Michael tried for several hours but Radio One was still fuzzy.

Emma & Julie finally make up.

Are you alright Kelly?

Guess not. Kelly has special immunity to being drawn on

I really, really want to send myself up... but how sexy does Claire look?

 

Thanks to Kelly and Carl for having me, Michael, Emma, Dave, Burrows, Julie and the neighbours for being top fun and finally a special thank you to Claire, who far from being the mega, mega beatch I had suspected, was fab and lovely and really nice. First impressions couldn't have been much wronger