I got dis

So.... where to begin? I have finished exams and handed in my coursework, time for a little bit of R and R. Unfortunately I did less resting and more drinking, a relaxing activity in moderation but I think that half a bottle of whisky and god know what else is a tad over the recomended daily intake. (In fact I fear that it is more than the weekly allowance.) Well that was last night, and this morning, I am imobalized, it feels like contracting the plauge. My skin feels like paper bags and my mouth tastes of synthetic fruit.

Plans for the day.

construct a sausage sandwitch. (done)

Make a hang over nest.

. two sofas pushed together.

. everything soft.

I probably should explain my earlier intoxicated entry. It all started when we watched Tottenham vs Leeds. Obviously the best team won and so, Prince The B dawg, MEH, Blunt and I set out on an expadition to the union with a skip in our step. (Pete joined us but he supports disgusting Leeds so he was ...down beat.) Things got messy fast and there were many casualties. As each of my fellow explorers were picked off by alcohol poisoning and bouncers I became icolated.

Having only recently woo-ed a lady on a night out I felt good about myself. Tonight was going terribly though, no females and no friends in sight. Then an interesting development. I found a lady that liked Garth Mareghi's dark place. (infact she was one of the zombies i met at haloweeen.) This was the second time I have ever fallen in love. Doing impressions of Garth Marenghi characters; brilliant impressions at that, didn't endear her to me instantly but surely a prelonged effort would win her over. It was around about the time of my third Dean Learner quote that I saw the girl that liked "The Who" from ages ago. I abandoned my new love to chase after her. It's a bit hazy but then somehow, they were both getting with other people..... Sluts! Its sort of like that fable about the dog with the meat in his mouth that see's a bigger bit of meat in his reflection. Then drops the meat into the water or something like that. What I'm trying to say is, I dropped my meat. What is a night club other than a cattle market?

On the way home I felt the need to call or text everyone I know, much to their displeasure. I'm sure once my hangover is gone I will be embarrassed about my phone calls and terrible dancing but I just can't bring myself to care about it now.

Its taken me four hours of sitting watching Hornblower and having chips thrown at me to write this, and its terrible.


As a result of last nights boozing and some rather unwise wagers Pete has to 'nosh off ' Blunt. I'm not sure if it's a sight I'm looking forward to or dreading.

as they say in Hornblower "The wine was in and the wit was out"

Hangoverzilla: 8/10

woozilla 5/10

drunkdactyl 9/10

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