All the way from the depths of Mordor!

Now back in Warwick uni there is a poor bloke who ended up pulling one of my friends. (Pete wouldn't say he was a poor bloke after seeing pics of my friends but I'm referring to the aftermath). After this one night of tonsil tennis, he then became an integral part of our university life. This bloke was bloody everywhere!! Each day our group of friends would compete to see who could spot him the most times. (we had a lot of time on our hands). It turms out that almost everyone in uni had noticed this particular person and each had their own little nickname for him. Ours turned out to be 'Mordor' after a drunken night of quoting Lord of the Rings to randoms in a bar (including him). Anyway, this soon turned into a bit of light hearted harassment and everytime the girls saw him they would text him to tell him that they could see him. This stemmed away from university as he was later spotted on a train in London and the essex region.

Sunday am, the morning after the japanese hip hop gangster night before, I wake up to see a picture of 'Mordor' staring at me from Kat's wall. Small world or does Mordor just get about a bit?