Firstly, my friend sent me my 21st birthday present today....I'm about to turn 24. She's a darlin though, it's a really groovy scarf that has taken her 3 years to knit, this fact makes it sound about 10 miles long, but I can assure you all that it is of a normal length and that she merely persevered, longer than I would've anyways. So my 21st birthday lives on......hurrah.

Secondly, this evening I found myself being a good samaritan. There I was, saying goodbye to a friend at the door when I happen to see a very jittery old man being held up by a dude on a bike. I ran (yes, ran) over to see if everything was ok, only to find that the old bugger was pissed off his nads and spoke with a very strong Russian accent. This leads us to the magical mystery tour of trying to find his house while he is bollocking us that we have got his address wrong and that he isn't going to pay me for driving him home. The story ends with him being tucked up safely and eventually at home.....with no recollection of this event at all, whilst I am left with a very disturbing memory and a car that stinks of booze........nice one.

Memo to self: Must remember to ignore old people as they are all pissed, aggressive and ungrateful.*

*Disclaimer: This does not apply to all of the elderly, just some, but especially the Russian ones.