Wierdo

Best: Passed CIMA, mates wedding this weekend.

Worst: Tonne of work to do today (so I'm on here…!?)

how come dazza aint got a moniker?

I think he did but I cant think. he lives in salisbury now, so should probably call him dorset dazza or something. he's a ladbroke grove boy - all 4 of us rangers tonight

Worst: Made out with my flatmate last night when we were drunk. Safe to say breakfast this morning with her was a tad awkward

Even worse: As if things weren't awkward enough. Took a dump this morning and the toilet handle broke off and I was unable to flush

Not having the best of Sundays.

What did she say (about the sack action, not the turd)?

best: 945pm ish in bed nice glass of wine with no pup to keep me up at night
worst: arrived at hotel to late for dinner and its in middle of no where

Best: Been texting a girl all weekend after I gave her my number whilst out on Thursday, she's having a party tonight so will almost certainly get into her. Plus it turns out she only lives four doors down.

Worst: I was so smashed on Thursday I genuinely don't have a clue what she looks like, or even her name. She's saved on my phone as the road she lives on. All I remember is that she's dead slim, so knocking on her door tonight could be awkward if she answers and I just do the customary 'alright' and walk inside not thinking it's her. Going to have to somehow gauge which one she is, it's like the plot to a really, really rubbish rom-com movie.

Almost certainly. My mate's said she was fit but that means absolutely nothing, they're almost certainly lying to wind me up. I fear it's going to be one of these situations:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOwXkSODdZ0