Robots are cool

I hadn’t partied much this year until a few weeks ago and had forgotten how good it tastes. The last three weekends have seen three brilliant parties and a couple of really good clubs. These days though, going clubbing just seems like a warm up for going to a party, which are much more fun when you’re with the right crowd. I’ve met some exceptionally cool people and had a silly amount of fun winding people up, climbing along couches with Sarah while laughing uncontrollably and generally arsing about in fine style.

At one stage this weekend my mate Paul said,

“Mark, I think that you are Jesus Christ”

Any party where someone tells you you’re the son of God then later suggests that you get cloned for deployment in warzones and nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize has just got to be good, right?