Ambulance, Police and... Onesies?

Hello bloggers!

You may have noticed that it's been a few days since my last blog, and I hope after hearing what's happened these past few days you'll understand, forgive me, and maybe one day we can be blog buddies again....

Beautiful Butlins...

So Last Friday I took the day off and headed down to good ol' Butlins in Bognor Regis with 5 mates for day # 1 of Bugged Out Weekender - a dance music festival featuring the likes of Chase & Status and Simian Mobile Disco across the weekend. Dancing till 6am in the morning surrounded by children's props and toys was a bizarre enough prospect, but little did we know the strangeness that would follow.


After an amazing Friday night, we spent Saturday afternoon being relatively civilized, which included a pool party at the resort's waterpark. It was the beginning of our getting-to-know you weekend with the emergency services though, as one of the group slipped and knocked themselves unconscious. A few hours in hospital, and a worried mummy taking her back to Brighton, and then there were 5.

Shortly after this ordeal, two scruffy-looking fellas knocked on our apartment door asking if we had any rizzla. We did, but we'd be damned if they were going to have any, shift looking chaps. Little did we know that mere hours later, said Rizzla-borrowers would break into our deserted home for the weekend and rob us. That was a fun thing to return to at 5am. It could've been worse - we had our cash and ipod stolen, but my onesie was still there. FOOLS.

We'd already pre-planned our Sunday attire, in the ingeniously named theme "Onesies Sunday". Never one to be overshadowed by a human cow, a human skunk, a skeleton, and Mrs. Clause, I went as a flying squirrel (left):

The  female Zebra tends to look a tad fed up out of mating season

We then had two trips from the police - one forensic examiner who dusted the apartment for prints, and then took ours to compare. Of course, we demanded photos were taken to document the "fun". Following this, we all had to give statements to a different police officer, who very generously partook in a group photo, even letting us wear parts of his uniform.

God bless the jovial folk at Sussex Police

Monday - which should have been a recovery day - was instead an ID Parade day at Brighton Police station. Thankfully, they've been caught,and fingers crossed the missing items will be returned by Christmas...
So onto the show!...

This week I've been showcasing our Record of the Week by Gotye. There's been some debate as to what the correct pronunciation of his name is. I've plumped for GOATEE-YAY, simply because I like goatees, whilst producer Jonno has gone for the incomprehensible GOYRE-TEE-YER. He's the new Aloe Blacc.... Good song though, witness below:



And finally, as it looks likely Harry Hill's TV Burp will be leaving our screens in March, I leave you with possibly my favourite clip from the show featuring the ever-irritating Delia Smith...