So a big thankyou to the two special guest writers of late.

Brief update on last night´s shenanigans:

After we got back and had a secret whisky in the room, and avoided the party, we ended up eating ALL our sweets, ALL the Oreos (that aren´t even ours) ALL my bread that was meant for the week and then drank the reserve stash of Vodka. Si it´s now about 9pm-10. We then decided to ask the photographer man who gave us a lift back from town earlier on, if he would be so kind as to drive us BACK to Prades (just for 3 quick shots for bed) and then straight back to camp. We found him, asked him, and he AGREED. So, off we went, with Paul wearing my silly headwear from the Royal Ascot party like a hippy and I was pretty much in pjs. Liam looked fabulous as per. We ordered two straight up vodkas and then went to another bar and quickly had a shot of the 70% death stuff (BLEACH)which burns and twists your gullet and warms your cockles and stings your veins. Straight back to camp haha where we proceeded to "Dick our heads in" and sing and dance and put nuts in the bed and get told off by the secretary again.

Woke up in such a good mood hahaaa

Today is FRIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Class was a bit mental after break, one boy CRIED because he couldnt go to the toilet. Cruel to be kind, he needs to learn not to piss his faaackin self.

Off for the weekend in Léspluga and Tarragona. TOMA TOMA TOMA