Aaaaaaaannndddddd - wait for it…. - HANGOVER.

Still, it’s a laugh - you’re only young once. And only have one liver, but that’s beside the point. Let’s own up though, in order, to the following: Whose idea was it to keep the bars open till 1 last night? Whose idea was it to tell me about it? Whose idea were all those glasses of wine and beer in the department, beers at Southside and beers at the Union? OK, so the last one is easy to apportion blame for, but hey.

There’s absolutely no chance that I’d have made it home last night, so I guess it’s just as well that I didn’t try. Obviously I didn’t sleep in the storeroom though, cause that would be bad, m’kay? But if the guy with the angle grinder in the Albert Hall building site was any closer (and, if I wasn’t quite so lazy), I’d have got up and thrown something at him.

I had also planned, at one point, to go home this morning, but it’s far more funny watching some people trying (badly) to organise something that really needs some other people who know what they’re doing involved. Hopefully, the outside people will have half a cluestick between them, and the whole thing won’t be a miserable failure - and I say hopefully, because I know some people who are going, and I’d rather they enjoyed it more than I would enjoy watching it fail.

There you go Sam, some obscurity for you. Although it should be fairly obvious what I’m talking about to anyone in the know.