Sentience in a seed-pod

What happened with my week? Well, I'll tell ya. Aside from traing, which has been boring on a new scale of boredom, it's been pretty fly. I must say I've been enjoying the British lot way more than the Americans. There's something about the attitude to life here, and I can't quite put my finger on it. Perhaps I just key into it because it's my cultural heritage from Grandpa Geoffrey and Nunna Eve.

Anyhow, Emily the receptionist is mad, but says the same of everyone else, and Beaver Steve the new developer is fun and speaks with a slightly Scottish accent which gives him Sean Connery cool. We went out on Wednesday night with Emily's mates Ann the Liverpudlian, who is unspeakably scary and attempted to woo me with the if-you're-not-gay-prove-it approach, unsuccesful, and Amy the bar person from Moore's, a pub in Chertsey, who is young and loverly.
It was supposed to be a comedy night thing, but the drinking started in the early evening with a couple of pints of ale, some Stella Artois and something pink and sweetish for Amy. We moved onto the Crown, which is my hotel, and had more drinks there, so by the time we got to Moore's for the comedy, we were all pretty trashed.
The level of comedy was middling, and made worse for me by the fact that I can't understand people from Manchester.
Summary of shenanigans:

• I changed Emily's phone to Turkish and then couldn't change it back.
• Emily shouted at me.
• Steve threw up in the toliet area, but not actually inside the bathroom.
• Amy shouted at Steve.
• Steve missed his train so he had to come back to the hotel with me.
• Amand Ann wanted to come back to my hotel room with some wine.
• I wasn't keen because a) Ann was rank, and up for it, b) Amy was cute, but not up for it and c) I was pretty drunk and sleep was more important.
• Nothing happened you pervs.