What an evening. It kicked off at about 8pm when Tudor arrived with the full Rock Band kit (drums, bass, guitar and mic) and the band was formed with Denis taking vocals, Tudor on guitar, Stewart on bass and me, of course, taking the role of the drummer. I was aggravated that the drums were not realistic at all - the main problem being that as a drummer you play to what you hear, not what you read (well in my case anyway) and so when I tried to play on the hard mode, I got something like 40% because I was trying to read, interpret and play all at the same time, rather than just playing. Still it was fun, and there will be many more enjoyable sessions of this game, particularly tomorrow (today) with Tudor set to stay all day so we can rock out.
As I spent a lot of time in my room and playing Rock Band I didn't really notice the snow until 11pm, when a large amount of snow had settled, and it continued to snow pretty much up until now. We had a number of snowball fights, during which a funny, but painful moment occurred, when Denis ran out of the house with the words 'I'm in the mood for a tackle, having watched all the football!' He ran straight at me, but as soon as he got onto the step of our porch he slipped, went flying and fell on the floor, ripping his jeans and cutting himself. Funny, but painful.
I wasn't too impressed with the Superbowl itself, until the last quarter which was very exciting and about as tense as you can get in any sport. I'm not sure if I've been converted, but it was an enjoyable experience all the same.
Having seen the Steelers winning the match in very late on, we then decided to have a snowball fight in the garden. We then somehow turned it into an England vs. Ireland snow war with Barry and Denis in the bathroom whilst Phil and I attacked them from below. I think that they won with 3 direct hits to the face.
Robin then got a call from Lottie informing us that her, Alice and Spike had found some untouched snow on Kenton Road and we should come down. Tudor, Robin, Phil and I all headed toward them and this resulted in an all out war, in which it was safe to say that Lottie lost. She'll never learn. I am, at this moment, concerned that I've broken my phone due to the snowy and wet conditions, as the '0' button keeps pressing itself and going mental. Hopefully it'll sort itself out.
As for the future of Britain, I think tomorrow will be a stand still and nothing will get done. I'm sure the tubes will be closed and all chaos will break out. I worry that Aoife will have a nightmare trying to get to the BBC tomorrow where she is scheduled to start 4 weeks of work experience at BBC Films. Here's to hoping that she's ok.
Right, I'm now nearly warm enough, I'm gonna get into bed.
Goodnight.
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