Last night, Ross, Lucy, Paddy, Jamie and I embarked on a mission with personally dangerous undertones.
We were to drink in a list of bars we'd been collecting and we werent to stop until we'd done a drink in each.
We managed and then me and ross went out and got smashed.
The bars we visited previous were lovely. All great moody lit little places with good sound tracks and comfy seats. Pints do tend to be over 3 quid though so not great for spending a whole evening.
Me and Ross ended up in the Neon Cactus where the kind gent behind the bar let us sample various expensive sipping tequilas, a concept I always saw as a bit of a paradox.
My experience of tequila is to get it down as fast as possible and just hope to hell it doesnt come back.
After we went to the Hifi, met some lovely girls Tess and Nayna who are doing philosophy and politics at the uni, then sat and chatted to a homeless bloke for a while who we bought some chips. So Zac, best of luck to you man. I hope St Georges crypt can sort you out with a room soon and get you back on your feet, or rather get your feet back in your own pad.
Currently i'm sat inking the front cover for the Zine "Raw Beef and Rare Blues" apologies to Milo's for nicking the title of your steak night offer. Its nowt personal. We just liked it.
Love to all.
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