We're mad we are. Well James is. As far as I know it started when James noticed that Rebekah had her window open. Logically, the only thing to do in this situation was to attempt to shoot her. The window was getting in the way though, so he prevailed upon Paul to use his window-breaking expertise so that he could get a good clear shot. Gavin stood by and laughed as many many pellets were fired into Rebekah's open window. I don't think any hit her. Then we decided that the keycom phones just weren't cutting it, and that what we really needed was a long piece of string to hang between our houses so that we could talk via plastic cups. Not content with this miracle of communication, James attempted to get deflating balloons to fly down it attached to straws. Neil turned up about now and joined in, which was just as well, because Gavin was long gone, Paul had gone to his bedroom to do sensible revision and I was just feeling lazy. James has started putting the balloons to a simpler, decorative function. It's looking pretty good. What with the bed fiasco and the parties we have had, which I think have been relatively infamous, I think we prob have a reputation for being fun-loving, childish people by now. "Only four more ballons left!". Thus spake James.

My post about Smile vanished. Ugh.