"The best laid schemes of mice and men go often askew."

I would just like to wish everyone a very merry Christmas, whatever you do or whatever you celebrate!

On this wonderful Christmas eve, I thought I would write about how the best things in life aren't planned. What I mean is, I find that the less I organise an event the better it tends to be. Spontaneity leads to wonderful surprises and unexpected moments that we often cherish for a long time. Instead of planning every step you take, be impulsive! A mapped out path is safe but a winding, twisting detour leads to better adventure. 

Which is like my blog, I'm not planning it. I just write as I go along. So it maybe a bit unstructured and a little hickledy-pickledy but it's more fun for me to write and hopefully a little less drab for you to read. 

So why am I writing about this? Well for me, I hate planning. People often ask me those annoying questions like; "Where shall we go?","How are you getting home?" and "How long are you going to be?". My answer, "I don't know!" Often followed by, "I'll figure it out when we get there."

And usually I do figure it out, I just like to see where the day's events will take me first. This is especially true on a night out. When one chooses their club for the night and sticks to it, one never experiences anything brilliantly unexpected. I like to see what Mr. Fate has in store for me and where I'll end up.

This is what happened the last time I went out.
We started the night drinking Malibu and Coke outside a closed Starbucks...yes, classy. Before strolling through town and finally I managed to get a close look at the street art (see below) which I drive by so often. We took some amazing photos.

Art work from the 'See No Evil' project.

Off we then headed to a bar which we'd always wanted to check out and in the process found a new favourite haunt. Before eventually heading to our intended destination, meeting some interesting individuals on the way!

After clubbing it out for a couple of hours, we grabbed a pizza and sat outside in the freezing cold waiting for our journey home. It wasn't until I got on the night bus that the fun really started, when some plonker decided to head butt another in the nose. This led to an hour's wait on a stationary bus in the middle of the morning, jammed pack full of rowdy townies. We, on the bus, in our semi-drunken/sobering-up state were united against the cause of the conductor who failed to stop the 'fight' in the first place, declaring our need for sleep and food. At 4:30 in the morning, and in just a little bit of pain, we jogged half-heartedly back to my mate's house. At the end of the night, at 5am, I ended up eating hot mash whilst watching How I Met Your Mother - it was a glorious moment.

 And just because it's such a beautiful and almost new Christmas song...