Well, it’s 2006, so time to give this site a small overhaul, not that we’ve ever needed a reason before… there’s a new design, but also LowerFlatLive, a handly little feature that lets us post pictures from our camera phones straight online… could prove interesting! Enjoy.

P.S. You can bookmark http://live.lowerflat.com for quick access to the mobile site… it’s a work in progress

Guess what we did last night… no, really, guess? If you’re thinking we went to a live performance of Beethoven’s finest work - you’d be wrong. If you’re thinking we went to the pub, well, guess what… jackpot!

With Rich finishing an exam at six it didn’t take long before he arrived home demanding Jim’s presence for ‘a quick beer’, and despite a quick debate on whether to accept these demands or not, it wasn’t long before we were trying out the Duke of Devonshire (Albert Road) for the first time. For anyone who’s wondering, it’s just along the road from the sex shop. On the way however we’d decided to call ex-LowerFlat resident Ian ‘Gubbs’ Gubbins to see if he fancied playing a game or two of ‘hide the pint’… we were on this occasion in luck and we agreed to meet at the Duke of Buckingham around 40 minutes later to give Gubbs the time for what he deemed to be quite a necessary shower.

A swift ride in a taxi later we found ourselves at the Duke of Buckingham - thank god really as our Greek taxi driver’s in-car entertainment appeared to be listening to musicals on Radio 3 or 4… not sure which, but it certainly wasn’t at any risk of playing something from the last two decades. Anyway, Gubbs turned up a little after and we settled in for a few games of pool on the 60p a game table (strange amount if you ask us). Suffice to say that after an initial good performance Jim’s playing went tits up and returned to normal, whilst Rich and Gubbs battled it out for LowerFlat Pool Player of the Year. Unfortunately, they reached a 1-1 draw by the time last orders were called, meaning the title’s still up for grabs… until the next time, Ciao!

Good God Shirley, it seems we haven’t written anything on here, in, well, years, so, it’s time to do something about that, and also stop the excessive use of commas in this sentence.

Based on past experience it seems to be a pretty foregone conclusion that whenever Al comes down to visit, there’s usually a vast amount of alcohol involved, and this time was no exception. Fresh from some highly important Navy course, Al arrived in his suit with the appearance of sophistication… a vision soon to be destroyed.

No sooner had Mr P walked into the door there was a beer in his hand and shortly after that Jim managed to knock up dinner in the form of Pork and Chorizo kebabs whilst also managing to knock back a good few glasses of beer. Al and Jim left the house shortly after dinner to obtain a couple of bottles for ‘later on’ before heading off to the first pub of the evening, the Duke Of Buckingham.

Rich and them from the UpperFlat (that’s Mark and Ross to you) joined Al, Jim and Penny in Langtry’s… sorry… The White Horse for another quick drink, before progressing to Apsley House. Rich kicked off the Pool challenge, defeating Jim, Mark, Ross, and just about anyone else in sight. All to soon though last orders were called and everybody headed home via the legendary epicentre that is ‘Charcoal Grill’ for chips in Pita bread - and possibly certain members of the group also stopped to indulge in the sport of ‘urinate on the most expensive car in the street’.

Getting home the bottles of Rum, Kahlua and Southern Comfort were cracked open for a game of snakes and ladders with an alcoholic twist. Al however was somewhat in the mood to ‘dance his ass off’ and dragged Jim out to the Union at 1am for a quick groove before finally giving up and coming home.

But that wasn’t the end of the night… it turned out in the morning that Al had crawled out of Jim’s room and experienced a little encore of the previous night on the floor on his way to the kitchen. Unfortunately, Al had neglected to remember this and the offending pile of vomit was discovered by Jim. When he stepped in it barefoot.

Out for revenge Al was promptly kicked out of bed and given a mop to remove the offending mess, before then continuing to stay in bed feeling fragile for the remainder of the day whilst life carried on as normal for everyone else.