So Monday was meant to be a quiet night in doing my work but Jen was back in Newcastle so we all went to the S.U for a drink with her. A double vodka lime & lemonade only costs £2.50 so one innocent drink accidentally became 4. That is one over my "I'm wasted" level. I could barely walk, I fell off Frenchie's bed, I puked a bit, passed out, got thrown in the shower fully clothed, got into bed, got dragged out to go for a walk to the Quayside, got back to Stevo to find Gary outside with a pilled up Callum dancing, got back in that flat where me Brett and Frenchie fell asleep at 4am all spooning in Frenchie's single bed. Good times. Tuesday was pleasant apart form the pissing down rain which we had to stand in for 30 mins while the fire brigade came to sort out a false alarm. Today has been nice, I'm feeling very ready to bust out my creative portfolio story assesment. It's about a guy who keeps shagging drunk chicks and raping them or being violent till he gets drunk and spiked and raped.