Bucket of F&%$

The ultimate (and cheap) method guaranteed to send you on your way to drunkenness. The recipe, simple - 16-20 cans of any desired larger, 6-8 litres of your favourite cider, 10 litres of blue alcopop (usually VK/VS or whatever), 6 litres of red/orange alcopop, 2 litres of vodka, and 2 litre bottles of Robinson's squash to make it taste better. Another optional addition is everyone's favourite bag of wine. Pour this into the biggest container possible... personally we use a 80 litre storage box, and it fills half of it!

This is usually shared between 7-10 people and gets you about 6-7 pints out of it each. The average cost of this marvellous beverage is 70 pounds... now, you might think that's steep but share the price between the 7-10 people and you end up spending 7-10 pounds each! and when you think about it... that's just over £1 a pint, which is cheaper than your normal everyday pint from your local.

Though I must say you must mix this well and leave for about an hour for the head to go down.

Alcohol percentage per pint you may ask? We worked it out to be the equivalent of 4 shots of vodka and mixer per pint! Doing the maths that's about 24-28 shots of vodka on average per night out... and this is our PRE-drinks... that's before we hit the town... pretty epic eh?

Now... we recommend apple and blackcurrent squash for this as it is generally the peoples favourite BUT you can experiment with other squashes, for example the orange squash version was quite nice but second best to apple and blackcurrent.

A final word of warning - This is to be enjoyed between the amount of people specified above and some peoples alcohol intake will differ from person to person so just enjoy it responsibly :P

New @ Blogging

Well, when I thought it would be a good idea to start blogging I said that I would avoid any "I'm new to blogging" and all that sorta stuff yet, I find myself here saying the exact thing I set out not to say... If that makes any sense what-so-ever.

Anyway I will start by saying that my blogs will be random and the language at which I present my loves, rants and other golden nuggets of hopefully humor, will be in my own words.... So not standard English (nor any standardised language for that fact)

Going against the general pattern of any form of writing, this hasn't started with a 'once upon a time' or one of those attention grabbing action words that were forced upon myself and many other colleagues in the hated subject we called *shudders* English Language and Literature, and I begin with... something a bit more random.... The Ballad of the Lazer Penguins.

Yes.... heres the point where readers go... 'Crikey, Lunatic ahoy! Abandoning ship' or any other dialect along those lines. The Ballad of the Lazer Penguins is funnily enough a Rockband Group name, in which myself and two other friends participated in a Rockband competition at a university prom night in the struggle for more money to plunder into a drunkern stupor. My friend bagged a 99% expert performance on drums, while I succesfully achieved 95% expert guitar, My third friend mustered a 94% medium bass performance. Though never-the-less we smashed all opponents by a whopping 150k difference, regardless of most of them being stumbling clutz's with alcohol-ridden breath.

With an added £26 quid worth of tokens to our name we set about starting this pilgrimage and ventured to the haven of the bar.

Several hours later, after many free fair ground rides on dodgems and other nauseating attractions, we stumbled into the main arena where we found Feeder playing a live set. Ofcourse, who wouldnt pass the opportunity to see Feeder live for virtually free! After muscling our way to the front we found that they we're playing their last song, and by god they saved the best 'til last.... Just A Day, which as most would agree is one of the ultimate up-beat-and-jump-around-like-a-lunatic-while-singing song.

The night ended at 4am prompt where I found myself in an hour long queue to catch the supplied bus home arriving back at my university at 5:30am... This is when it was suggested to visit the 24 hour restraunt/pub at the seafront for breakfast, though to our despair.... it was closed.

Ranting we rang the only taxi company open at this ridiculous hour of the morning and discussed how running over a pigeon is either a service to society or cruel.

I think that covers the outlines of Mayball - of where I havent even covered HALF the awesomeness of the night, I think I have rambled for a lengthy amount and so will leave it there.

Farewell bloggers. This was kinda fun, I will continue next awesome experience.