The BloodyStudents have been particularly impressive this weekend.
Yesterday, someone from the house opposite asked if we could lend him an iron. I found this amusing enough that I did. I forgot to ask if it was a hawt date or a job interview.
This evening we have been entertained by a crowd of topless blokes playing a game that can only be described as street-spin-the-bottle-eggball. As far as I can determine, the rules are that you place a bottle and box of eggs in the middle of the road, someone spins the bottle, then (presumably) the person it points to becomes the designated egg-chucker, and everyone else runs away as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid being egged [or any taxi entanglements - Ed]
And if that wasn't weird enough, I was momentarily confused by singing. Female, opera-style, with vibrato - getting slowly louder in a someone driving slowly with the windows open kind of way. Then it stopped and turned into drunken giggling. Do we have classically trained opera zombies now?