Has anyone seen my shades? they've gone and dissapeared. They're a really good pair of shades.... If anyone sees a pair of cheap Tommy hilfiger shades. Please tell me.

I thought I'd enlighten you on my weekend. And also other stuff in my life.
As I'm sure you all know, I do Parkour. As a result of this I was invited down to manchester to take part in the manchester rat race, we marshalled and put on a PK demo. This is the right-up...
It was a relatively nice evening as I met Dave (guy who arranged it),Rachel (a rat race organiser) and Charley (PKer and driver) in a cool friday evening at Bristo. We set off in high spirits to motherwell. Managing to almost get lost trying to leave edinburgh. Finally arriving in Motherwell we picked up Scott (Pker from Prestwick) and headed on down the ole' M8 into England. 5 odd hours later we arrived in Manchester. It was about 11. We immediatly found our way to Picadilly Gardens and began helping out. No sooner were we into the rat race office than we were handed 200 magnets and told to go 'spread them around' so off we went. We all had our different styles. dave threw em up to high stuff with some cool twisty hand movement. Charley climbed up and put them on I jumped and stuck em on. Scott tried to attach them to wooden objects. Rachel... well, she attached them to low lieing things.... (superteds dont climb)
Ok so its now 2 and we're in the middle of manchester. We do some more bits and bobs round the office and then manage to head off for the 'rat house' for some well deserved kip on the floor (except Scott,he won the toss and got the bed). Awaking with 5 lovely hours of sleep under our belt we grabbed a bite to eat and headed to Picadilly gardens once again. (bussing it of course) Saturday was spent in constant motion. First there was helping with bruntwood aerial assault stuff, then registration for the rat race, then came helping make everyones food. Then came eating said food (burrittos are good once, maybe twice, third time not so lucky, fourth time they get boring) and then came the PK demo. This meant me and Scott jumping about on two HUGE flight cases for a good few hours (charley was off watching climbers and Dave was being helpful somewhere). I felt we rather impressed the locals with the skills made friends of some breakers and got asked how much I was being paid lots of times. Then we began jumping off of the 10 foot fire engine. Well, I did. Scott didnt want to. No,he was annoyed because i'd been out jumping him all day and apparently Scott doesnt take kindly to getting beat. Nope, he had to take it one step further. The idiot AERIALS off of the fire engine. He was later suprised to discover that every single girl in the audiance was eyeing him up very favourably. Yes, I began explaining to him that when doing very cool PK girls look at you in a very favourable manner. This later came to his advantage. But more of that later.
We finished the demo in time to set up for the mean streets prologue. Which is the rat race before the rat race. It's basically a treasure hunt across manchester with different points for those who complete the most silly challenges. Me and Scott were sent to one where racers had to take a very full trolley around a lovely little track. With a horribly windy uphill cobbly bit. Just before the race we were approached by two very large coppers wearing full body armour who hapilly explained to us that this was 'one of the most dangerous places in manchester' telling us about rapes murders and muggings inthe area. Needless to say we were scared half to death. Calling Garry just before the race starts, (in fact holding up the race, I later discovered) he told us to just wing it and deal with it. So two medics arrived and stayed with the trolley as I legged it back to Picadilly to pick up some wire to tie our little electronic checkpoint to a fence for safety. On the way I managed to lose Scott and I spent the rest of the evening in the company of two Medics and lots of photographers. good fun, though a little bit scary. Especially when drunken manchurians kept walking past.
Getting back, my story was famous, (mainly

I have a new pet Hate in bebo.
PEOPLE WHO TALK TO YOU BUT HAVENT GOT ACCESIBLE BEBO PAGES SO YOU CANT REPLY!
Stupid people...

Beyond that, life is good.