I had a very boozy weekend and if I weren't already going to a party this weekend I would say "I'm never drinking again".
Not letting extreme poverty stop me I was very trashed and am now sporting a mystery bruise on my hand. It's massive. I'm still feeling groggy. I went to the Walkabout down the road in Wimbledon with Jacqui, her boyfriend Darrell, Wally and met up with one of Jacqui's friends over from Oz on friday night. Jacqui and Darrell had a bit of a fight and I went and hung out at Hailsom for a bit with Wally til very late. On Saturday Sharon convinced me to go to the Swan, a pub/club in Stockwell. Glen (one of my other flatmates) works there as a bouncer. So thus it is free. I got my other flatmates to buy me drinks all night. Sharon met this boy who she brought back to our house with his friend and we stayed up drinking til I don't know when. We drank the house dry and saw in the dawn.
I woke up yesterday at 6pm.
ros from URL @ 11:24 am