Does anyone know the words?

Sorry, that became a bit of a refrain yesterday when me, Collapsing Dan, Babs, Naomi and Glen (who's one of the Freshers) decided to start singing Christmas carols on the way home from the pub. I warn you that not only can none of us hold a note, we're all out of tune in our own separate and different and clashing ways.

But, god, was it fun.

Admittedly there are now yet more stupid photos of me and Dan in positions of a compromising nature (trust me, if you know that nothing is going on between us it makes them even funnier), I found out that Babs has a ticklish chest, but unfortunately he now knows I have ticklish knees and, unlike Dan, he knows how to tickle.

Some of Nuf's friends have upset her. They must die.

( Gross TMI )

Lab stuff is not working. Disaster is looming, I just don't seem to be able to get worried about it. This is not a good thing.