I seriously regret not blogging earlier because SO much stuff has happened and the wee alcohol men in my brain are eating my memory cells.

I think I’ll start with the most bizarre night of the month. I dunno who’s idea it was to go to an Emo Gay bar but I’m sure it sounded like a good fun at the time. I have never seen such a massive group of flamboyant, eccentric people. Everyone had brightly coloured hair, some mohawks, there was a chick in a ballet leotard, a guy in PVC pants and a corset. I felt quite insignificant with my light pink striped hair.

There were £2 vodka jelly shots which proved a bit difficult to drink for my flatmate. I don’t think I helped matters by laughing hysterically and yelling SUCK IT HARDER across the bar.

Then it got weird. This guy dressed in rubbish bags and a makeshift gimp mask (made out of a teeshirt, for extra originality) and this other chick, got up on stage, grabbed some microphones and started screaming into them. They started roly-polying on the floor. It was amusing for like, 15 minutes. An hour later, everyone was still standing around with the classic WatchingATrainWreck expression.

Errrrrm what else have I done. Crashed another Uni party, didn’t have to sneak into this one though. The bartenders were horrifically slow, thank goodness my friend smuggled a bottle of whiskey in my handbag. We came home with a jolly moose Christmas stocking from that one.

Went to Camden with Alex and Marcelo, with the sole intention of getting piercings. Alex got her lip done and I got the little cartilage bit of my ear done. Marcelo didn’t end up getting anything done for various sport reasons, however beforehand, some big ugly drunk singled him out on the street, put his face in Marcelos ear and belched like a freaking trumpet. We figured then that maybe it wasn’t meant to be. I could not stop giggling for the rest of the day. It was the most hilarious revolting thing ever.

Yes, I realise I have a mutant ear. It’s only that one, the other one is normal.

There was also a random roller disco. Don’t ever say we don’t know how to party on a Saturday night.