The writer of the blog (Big Jock) woke at 0945 to find the bathroom occupied, so decided to get his head down but Bomber and Tim were in full argument about Bomber's shit footwear. Deciding on a quiet course of action Big Jock grabbed some delicious breakfast from the Navy Chef (Al) and sorted out the previous night's hunger pangs. He didn't do mess chefs though, and this annoyed Bomber, again, ha, ha. Fuck off you Geordie maggot, who's doing the blog?
Breakfast was sound and Al thought it a great idea to visit the Super U for a Beer RAS. Dropping Marie and the lads off at the local boozer was a good idea, however, as it culminated in the best DTS since Napoleon said to Josephine "I fancy a beer, a bit of a piss take, a sing song and a hangover." Joshua and his oppo made sure the crew did not leave sober or hungry - well done French lads. Joshua had to be the maddest barman this side of the black stump and the crew were subjected to numerous japes and pranks which culminated in Big Ben the birthday boy wearing a large pink flower on his head and having his bare arse slapped by Bomber (don't ask!). All I will say is "Healthy Tits and Strength In Your Pants," be fabulous.
That evening the crew went back to Le Nautil where Big Jock drank himself asleep and had to be carried to the murtahurm. His only recollection was looking in the mirror and seeing fuckin' Papa Smurf looking back at him! Unfortunately seeing as Big Jock is the narrator of this Blog, he cannot remember anything else after that and would appreciate it if someone would fill in the missing bits.
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