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     Today was the day of yet another party in Flat 3 over in 121. This time it was to mark Aldo's 22nd birthday and so we loaded up with cans of beer and sallied forth. Chris had a prior engagement at The Parrot for the birthday party of one of his fellow physicists, and so said he'd join us later. Dave was also invited to the Parrot party, so there was a good prospect of the two of them rolling up a couple of hours later, very merry and susceptible to cruel and unusual punishments. There was a worrying half hour when the living room in Flat 3 contained only chemists and we had to keep quiet for fear of talking shop, but this was thankfully ended by the arrival of other guests. Hon and Mark spent a fruitful few minutes trying to untangle the Newton's Cradle (one of those executive toys made of metal balls on strings) that had become rather knotted after someone dropped it. It always amazes me that inanimate objects can tie much more complex knots than I could, even if I tried. For a while it looked as if the evening was going to follow the pattern of the other Flat 3 parties - me sitting in a corner (quite happy and enjoying myself) whilst the other party-goers try to make me smile and/or dance. Just in time, Chris and Dave arrived. Chris was immediately set on by Becky and Carrie (two friends of Sarah's, who had read about Chris' exploits and allegedly dubious parentage in these very diaries). After they had knocked him to the floor and given him a good kicking the party continued on its merry way. Just when we had all settled down and relaxed, someone suggested that Chris should have a bath. Chris was duly seized and a bathful of cold water was procured. I remained steadfastly uninvolved, sitting in the living room and listening to shouted instructions, cries of pain as Chris made a spirited bid for freedom, and then the final, inevitable splash. A good time was had by all. Expect possibly Chris. |
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