Week 6 – Sunday
09.13.09
Had a fabulous night and won three raffle prizes. Two of them were bottles of snowball and the other was a free cut and blow dry at Norma’s Hair emporium (will give all three prizes to my mum.)
Rex and Mitchell looked super cool in their vintage gear, and Manda and Gus just looked hysterical in their pimp getup. Mark clumped around for an hour in his platforms but he slipped on the dance floor so changed into his trainers. The whole evening raised eight hundred pounds so was quite proud that I had contributed. I think Rex donated a hundred quid (his tips at work are excellent. It is his salon and his clientele are very elite).
The downside were the toilets. They must have been invented for waifs as I had to turn sideways to get in and it took ages to undo my lycra cat suit in such an enclosed space. I always hover over the toilet seat (my mam told me when I was growing up that I could catch sexually transmitted diseases from lavatory seats) but when I tried to hover my legs became wedged against the sides of the toilet cubicle.
As a result I have a really bad back. I looked back pain up on google and it advised keeping mobile as much as possible and applying ice and heat alternatively. Poor Mark can’t help me either. Just before we left at about midnight Rex insisted we get a group photo taken and persuaded Mark to put his platform boots back on. We then left and went for some supper as the buffet was awful (stale sausage rolls, triangular sandwiches which were curled up and Iceland mini pizzas. I think was more a spread than a buffet.)
Anyway Rex coerced us to go for a curry at this restaurant that he frequents. The food was gorgeous. We had pickles and poppadums to start then Bhuna Prawn on puree, onion bhajis, chicken Massala all washed down with a pint of lager.
We left curry house at one thirty and stepped outside for a taxi. That’s when Mark slipped on a discarded carton of curry sauce and chips. He was moaning in agony so we phoned an ambulance. I told Manda, Gus, Mitchell and Rex to go home but they all insisted on coming to hospital. They followed ambulance in a mini bus taxi cab.
The consultant on duty was not impressed by the fact that Mark had been drinking alcohol and advised that he could not have any pain relief. He had dislocated his shoulder and sprained his ankle badly as well as bad cuts and bruises. It was hysterical watching Mark being told off because he was still wearing afro wig and brown nylon flared trousers although the platform boots had been removed. Rex and me kept giggling so the nurse told us to wait outside.
Mark did not get kept in but they have given him some strong painkillers and he is still sleeping. I have took a couple myself for my back.
I will shuffle in to the kitchen soon and cook us some lunch/tea as it’s gone two. Rex has rang to make sure we are both ok but he had to try and stop himself laughing. I told him Mark was pissed off with us for being childish last night as he was in severe pain.
Mark and me have eaten an omlette, a family size bar of Galaxy and a pot of tea. We are now lying together in bed watching a dvd. We obviously can’t go too near one another as both in severe pain.
Tags: catch sexually transmitted diseases from lavatory seats, uper cool in their vintage gear
