Sunday 26th January 2003
Lies, It’s All Lies I Tell You
I’d like to take this opportunity to clear up a few misconceptions about what went on at Ed’s party last night. Namely;
- I did not get very, very drunk
- I did not drink a whole load of wine, a whole load of (greenish) vodka, and some beer for extra measure
- I did not fight with the majority of my flatmates present
- I did not spout crap all night
- I did not have really, really geeky conversations about the information density of DNA
- I did not redecorate Putney high street on the way home
- I did not take five different night bus routes to get myself home
- I did not wish death upon the bird that was twittering outside my window this morning
- I did not wake up with a really, really sore head
So there.