Yes, I do love Green Day. And you guys know that right? So why the f**k did I think it’d be really clever to get so wasted the night before the biggie at Milton Keynes (support from Takeing Back Sunday and Jimmy Eat World for gawds sake) that I spend the big day in bed throwing up? I am such an idiot. I actually request people to post replies inferring at my idiocy! Raaaaah!

Anyways, the reason was really that the main event this weekend was my birthday. So I spend all day Friday at Ascot in York. But a few bets on, don’t win a lot, have a couple of drinks & see the queen… well kind of. Then my mate Sarah arrives from Cambridge so we do some major drinking Friday night. Fond, fond memories. That I remember anyway…

Saturday 18th June 2005… My 20th Birthday! Major hangover. Just chill in town before going out for a meal then just drinking a little bit cos I know I’m up early the next morning for Jon to drive us down to MK. And I still argue with all my friends that I didn’t have that much to drink! But I think the whole 2 day bender was too much for me, nothing to do with the cigar oh no… So all night & all day Sunday is spent in the bathroom. While my friends attend the mighty, mighty gig that I would have given all my birthday presents to stop being sick & run down to greet Billy Joe et al with open arms.

I am a dick.

**Bones 2 cents: there’s always the DVD, the picture is from Reading 2004, but I have no idea who took it**