Unrelated photo, sorting that tomorrow, apologies... Well, hello children. Phi Phi is wicked! We're watching the football in the Reggae bar at the moment (half time) Ghana vs Brazil, come on Ghana!! Um, ok what's happened since I last wrote? Oh yeah well Dave had his 20th birthday (sorry if i'm spelling like an idiot by the way, theres a bug on the "t" of this keyboard and i don't wanna squish it). We went out the night before his birthday because, well, we can. Twas a good night, lotsa drunken photos, lotsa laughs. We were in bed by about 3-4am though so not a massively late one. The next night (i.e. Dave's actual birthday) we went back to the same bar (Apache) and oh my God ladyboys e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e! (Talking of which, got a compromising photo of Dave and one of them to show you when i get back...well not that compromising but still blackmail-worthy i reckon. Mwah ha ha). It was another really good night and needless to say Dave got bladdered. I only managed to fall over once which I thought was quite impressive for me and to be fair it wasn't even alcohol-induced (well not entirely) as there was a massive hole in the ground- which I apparently didn't notice- in which i lodged my foot and went flying. I was lucky only my toe and my pride suffered because the size of that hole... I coulda done myself an injury. Dave on the other hand actually did do himself a proper injury. Somehow, he managed to fall backwards off his barstool for no apparent reason and take the entire table (full of drinks) with him. Although we laughed quite a lot at the time, he had actually fallen on some broken glass and lost a chunk of his elbow on the floor.Ouch. "Nurse" Oli, bless him ran all the way back to the apartment to get him some antiseptic wipes and plasters and cleaned his wound for him. Dave went to the pharmacy and got all bandaged up today so he's good. Excellent night though. We watched sunrise again with a sort of inevitable reluctance: "ah crap, here comes that sun again. How'd it ever get that late (or early)?" Dave started a fight with every inanimate object in sight on the journey home... Other than waking occasionally to shout "Argh my effing arm!!" before rolling over and going back to sleep again he slept pretty soundly. Happy 20th Dave. The only ambition for his birthday he didn't achieve was to throw up. I consoled him though, good friend that I am and have assured him next time he absolutely will be sick, projectile even, if we can manage it. Talking of birthdays (smooth link there) it is my birthday in just under 2 weeks (for those of you unaware) and all donations for the "Jess Skintness Prevention Fund" will be mightlily gratefully received (hint, hint). Sorry that was shameless, i apologise. Not taking it back though. So far tonight weve just got in a few cheap bevvies (oh my God i'm starting to talk like a scouser) from the 7-Eleven and gone to the beach to drink them on deck chairs (by candlelight, aw) before heading to the Reggae bar. Going to watch some Thai boxing as well while we're there. Bracing myself. If it's too brutal i'm leaving. The Hippies bar is on the agenda after the football and then there's always the vague possibility of some sleep. While we're here we're planning on visiting Phi Phi Ley (we're on Phi Phi Don) to see where "The Beach" was filmed and do some snorkelling. Other than that we're just gonna wander around the market stalls and chill on the beach before our flight to Bangkok on the night of the 3rd July. None of you has bothered updating me on the delights of Stroud/London/Derby etc respectively yet and I am not impressed. Hope you're all happy and healthy (apart from those of you who haven't emailed me) loadsa love Jessxxx