GRABER THE CHICKEN continues his story of World Bowl XI in very his own words!!

Friday. The girls (and Preston) decided to go shopping so I stayed back at hotel and watched some cartoons, as the Travel Inn doesn't have any Pay TV. Then I met up with the gang and headed out to Fan Party in George Sq. I have to say I was disappointed! There was not much for this chicken to do and I couldn't get any cracked corn, worms or snails anywhere!

So most of the alcoholic fans retired to The Counting House for some liquid refreshment and I got some chicken feed there. Of course you can't keep everybody happy. These 2 fellas were looking for some Diebels and had to make do with Carling I'm told!

After a couple of hours in there I then waddled off to the Strathclyde Union for the proper Fan Party. I must give a big squawk out to the TDC boys who arranged it all and made sure all the foreign fans had a good night. Great job guys! Bwaaark bwark bwark bwark!

Once again Karl was strumming away and that got me flapping my wings again!

That's me dancing again. The floor was a little slippery but I've got clawed feet so it wasn't a big problem!

Preston had told me that would be "tons of hot chicks" at the party - but I didn't see any other prime poultry worth pecking! So I had to dance with that clown instead most of the night!

The party got a big thumbs up from the Triple AAA. Anytime you can buy more beers that you carry under your wings and still get change from a £10 note is good!

But all that drinking can make the fans hungry. There is a great chicken restaurant in Sitges, where Montse comes from - and I think she got a craving for some poultry later in the evening. I've still got bite marks to prove it! Bwaaark bwark bwark bwark!

Then things got even crazier. The fans started to stamp on me again, which hurt. Then I tried to get on stage and escape - only to be stopped by The Mad Hatter who was policing the stage. I thought public hanging had been outlawed but I guess not as Roy demonstrated!

When they finally untied me I took some pictures of lots of drunken people. The boys don't seem particularly happy in this one (Harry, John, Preston & Christof), but FTP Bron is managing a nice easy grin. Maybe she's just spotted the first banner mission of the evening… Bwaaark bwark bwark bwark!

I managed to get back to the Travel Inn and decided to play some quiz machines before bed. But using the touch screens with your beak when you are plastered is never a good idea!

So I decided to sit down with a Baileys and Ice and by the looks of it - passed out!