davidattenborough@hotmail.com

So I was at a friend's house on Friday night. We had just (wisely) ended a rather savage drinking game, by which time I was a bit drunk.

Once everyone had finished performing classic hits from the likes of JLS and Westlife in the living room, Tom and I sat down in peace and reminisced about our recent trip to Rome. It was a trip which holds many great memories and a number of legendary stories. All we have now to remind us of what was arguably the best - and certainly the funniest - week of our lives are the photos.

Thus, Tom and I made an agreement. We agreed that we'd venture back to Rome and relive the previous trip: "and we can go back to the same hotel and go back to the ***** where ******* did **** on the *****". However, in our tipsy state, the excitement and enthusaism at the prospect obviously became too much for us. And on waking up the next morning, I found the following email waitng for me in my inbox:

This is an automatically generated Delivery Status Notification.
 
Delivery to the following recipients failed.
 
       davidattenborough@hotmail.com
 
 
 

--Forwarded Message Attachment--
From: allyfarrell240@hotmail.com
To: davidattenborough@hotmail.com
Subject: Big trip to Rome
Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2009 23:50:47 +0000


Hey Dave,



We are trying to book a trip to Rome in FEBRUARY.



Do you fancy coming, Mr Attenborough?



Can you check the flight times for us?



Cheers Dave.


All the best,



The ROMEanians.



WE LOVE YOU (bring a penguin)

The-morning-after-the-night-before is normally an unpleasant and loathsome experience - where you wake up clueless, trying to piece the previous evening together. This, however, is the best hangover I have ever had.

Now, if anyone knows David Attenborough's real email address I'll get on him on the Rome case right away.