Thou shalt not wear leather shorts

I did say I was going to blog at least once a day when I started this back up but alas that isn't meant to be, my life is just not that exciting Im afraid.

So weekly highlights it is from now on.

This week we had to decide what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives.
I solved the problem of not having a ruddy clue by getting drunk.
Mature I know, however in my drunken haze I decided it would be quite nice to be a writer, though of what Im not sure.

Its a start at least right.

Friday night brought with it Dubstep, cheap ale and general substance abuse left right and center, Smashing.

Bainbridge parties are yet to disappoint, though I think I lost my dignity and self respect somewhere between falling down the stairs and walking home at 8.30am in leather shorts. Walking home was a dumb idea, I looked like a throw back from a Motley Crue video whilst self respecting members of the public glared at me as they made a more socially acceptable start to their day.

Id be lying If i said it wasn't worth it though.

Saturday was pretty grim, four hours sleep and a club full of idiots does not make for a happy Jones.


Memorable quotes this week have included:

"Im not sure if I like him, when Im sober he physically repulses me"

and

"Some creepy guy in a green hoody keeps following me"
"Did you kiss him?"
"Probably"
"He looks homeless for goodness sake"
"I cant remember who I kissed and its you fault for leaving me unattended"
"Don't take him home, its a bad idea"
"Well I have to"
"Why?"
"Because you've told me not to, its like a game now"