30 bottles of pims and 150 sausages later

Congrats to the opening ceremony that welcomed the british summer to our hearts. A true feast of fun, friskiness and full on drinking. My only regret is that i dont have any pictures. If there is anyone who took pictures of the last saturdays activities, the more provacative the better, please send it to me. I promise i wont edit anything!

My own personal Barbeque saga - left canary warf in the early afternoon, being "pushed out" by dear Li to "hurry up and go". With 45 minutes before kick off, im rushing to the station with one bottle of pimms, and 8 cans of 64. A statistic at a website that my other friend Lee springs to mind now (how almost over a third of business men drown themselves with alcohol"..thank god i saw that email today!

Manage to get into the south londoned based house just intime to see a lovely picture of friends sitting down outside looking at a tv with England about to kick off. Not had i opened my first can, did England score. Hooray!

Anyway the story goes on for another 6 to 8 to 10 hours. People come and go. Playing the guitar in a treehouse, gatecrashing the neighbours party, shampooing a mates hair in the shower, walking from one end of the garden to the other for no ther reason but to try and gain a bit of sense of where i was. My phone! My worst enemy when im a little tipsy. Im sure Li got a headache reading my text messages. Not cool!

Everyones talking. Everyones laughing. Jazzy jef comes on with a bit of U2 later on. This is how summer is done. Then you realise, the job might be a wet sardine, but we have formed some kind of inner circle. Friends from all over the country, even the world, sharing the same fate of studies during the summer but all managing to have one last bit of fun. There wasnt any talk about work, about studying, about problems. It was all about the fact that we share something better - our love for happiness and pork sausages!

The summer party was a success. With every corner of the house used for entertainment, how cold it not be! One group challengng each other to drinking games, with the big men showing their true ability to down jugs and jugs of sweet pimms and lemonade and anything else put in.. another group playing the banjo and guitar in a Lord of the Flies style festival, and the other dancing to tribal summer music near the sound system. With the odd few with their heads between their legs (their own legs), and others just happy to be in the atmosphere and lie on the couch, i hope this description helps to make a clear and "lovely" picture...of life under the sun