Thanks to the shotgun society of facebook for these

1. The shotgunner must be in clear sight of the car, and shotgun can be called regardless of whether the driver is in sight of the car
2. If you are the first to be picked up on a journey you are automatically given shotgun. You retain this position for the entire journey, unless you violate rules 12, 17, 23 or any other rules stipulating the loss of shotgun.
3. You cannot declare shotgun if someone has previously declared shotgun for that journey.
4. When simultaneous shotgun is called, there is then a foot race to the passenger side door from all the people who called.
5. Shotgun cannot be called whilst inside a building (unless you are in a multi-storey or underground car park!)
6. Shotgun cannot be called in advance, only whilst on the way to the car for the journey.
7. Once shotgun has been called the driver has the option of a reload. The driver yells “reload” and this means that all previous calls of shotgun are void and the first person to call shotgun again gets the seat. This is helpful if the driver really doesn’t like the person who first called shotgun. It is often used when there is a simultaneous call and the driver is unsure of the outcome. Note that a shotgun has only 2 barrels so a reload can only be called once.
8. Ja rob rule...if he’s in the car shotgun now means back left, so he cant punch you every time a yellow car goes past.
9. Once shotgun has been called for the front seat then back left and back right can be called. This effectively leaves the slowest person to travel in the middle (of the “bitch” seat).
10. Because everyone is created equal, men have the same right to the front seat of the car as women (ie women don't own the front seat!).
11. If the regular driver of the vehicle is drunk or otherwise unable to perform their duties as driver, then he/she is automatically given shotgun.
12. Once the journey has begun, the driver is the obvious controller of the tunes. However if they feel the road requires their full attention, or they simply cannot be arsed any more, duty is passed to the shotgunner. However putting on crap tunes or allowing for silence when the iPod finishes a song or ANY instances of TAKE THAT will result in demotion to bitch seat.
13. Anyone calling shotgun must have his or her shoes on. This is to stop people running outside and calling shotgun, then having to go back inside to put their shoes on and slowing the journey. This is known as the Shoe Rule.
14. Shotgun overrules Dibs, Baggsies and other girly calls!
15. Despite the debate, shotgun CAN be used to shotgun things other than the front seat (eg back left, back right, women, not going to answer the door, etc).
16. When travelling with a couple, one of the couple MUST shotgun the front. No one wants to chauffer two of their mates whilst they are in the back all over each other.
17. If someone has successfully called shotgun, they have the right to the front seat. They do not have the right to correct the driver on their navigation skills ("take a left here you dickhead!") or driving ability ("I'd be in third gear if I was driving"). If the passenger does this, then they forfeit their position as shotgun holder.
18. If someone says, "what’s shotgun?" after it has been called then they have to walk.
19. If the shotgunner attempts to open the door just as the driver is unlocking it and jams the lock half open so that the driver needs to lock it and unlock it again, the shotgunner forfeits their position. This is known as shotgun suicide.
20. The holder of shotgun assumes the responsibility for all gate opening, off license nipping into, takeaway ordering and question asking. He/she is in essence the copilot and therefore the enforcer of behavior in the vehicle and exacter of slaps/punches/water spraying/bag throwing at the passengers in the back.
21. Automatic "couple's rights act 1997". This law states that, if the driver is the boyfrien

Where to begin? Well, I suppose I'll start by giving honourable mention to Lawson's pirate party, which has almost single handedly converted me to a rum drinker...and a pirate. Seriously, dancing is way more fun with a sword and a big hat. Only the dedicated among us (Lawson, Ritchie and me) managed to stretch the party to it's full potential, spanning an entire 48 hours!

After a much needed rest we were ready for halloween, which meant - for me anyway - dressing as a pirate again and drinking more rum. To the best of my memory most people had a pretty good time, though no-one made it to any lectures the next morning.

One day and sevral nurofen later it was time for Ritchie's birthday, which coincided with a set from Pendulum (Wooo!) at the Potterrow. Considering I don't listen to much drum and bass, and had never been to a rave, I actually had a seriously epic time, and was surprised to find that they were playing a live set, which is pretty cool for that style of music.

Apparently raving all night wasn't enough for one weekend, so the Saterday night played host to Ritchie's flat party. Within about an hour people started getting into a pretty bad way. I was personally ok, but a bit unimpressed by the quantities (and substances) going around. At 3:30 I called it night and went to bed, realised I had "accidentally" taken 20ish pro plus, lay in bed until noon the next morning, then did absolutely fuck all the next day.

So there you have it, four whole paragraphs of epic weekendness. I other news, I made it my mission to sort myself out the next couple weeks, since I'm hardly on good terms with my liver at the moment. Thanks for readin the blog (the next one will be funny, I promise!), assuming you didn't just skip to the end...you know who you are.
And just to clarify something: Ritchie is NOT a heroin dealer
















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Let me kick off this (not)epic blog by just saying that freshers week was AWESOME. Definately up there with the best weeks of my life, it mostly involved drinking, partying, some ill-advised dancing and more drinking. On a side note (No offence to anyone) but jesus theres alot of french people in edinburgh!
Anyway, with freshers week fading further out of recent memory, the onslaught of learning has started to begin. Atm it's not so bad, but i've got a feeling that once i have to start thinking it's gonna go downhill.
There is definately a noticeable lack of neds and such roaming the streets here, and a surprising number of folk who like dream theater, and with the exception of some of the nicer pubs, Strongbow can be bought for a headache-inducing £1.60! *self-five*
On the less-awesome side, I can't cook for shit, and have been living off of tinned meals for a week. Before I bring this blog to an end, I'll give out a couple of quick shouts: to Marchant, for coming up arthurs seat; to Ritchie for being a legend in general; to Lawson for letting me sleep on his floor 3 nights straight; to Dan for liking Porcupine Tree; to White and Jo-Fuck for continuing writing songs; and to Anders for having a killer swiss army knife.
I just remembered: Roy Walker was at one of the student nights!...SAY WHAT YOU SEE!!!!!