It must have been about half four or so when we got to sleep, maybe five. It was kinda awkward when I first arrived, I didn’t really know any people there, I drank quickly. The night progressed quickly and more people I know turned up. Soon the games started and the vodka was finally drunk because there was nothing left. SARAH PLUMB. Who I met for the first time ever, but I had heard many things about her, mainly her being boring. Well she got fingered and got with like a few lads, and for some reason people kept shouting chicken soup at her and nobody knows why. It was funny though. I sat with Kat, Curt, JRH and some lad called son and Jack kept telling of my sexaspades and Kat kept asking about if my nipple was erect of not. JRH kept telling people to look at my nipple piercing, there was a queue at the bedroom door as I was changing but I refused to show anyone but Kat. After that I got changed into JRH’s pyjamas and I left Ricco’s flat, for the takeaway, which was shutting, the lights were off and the shutter was down when we were still in and Gaffer got free food and free popadoms for everyone. Yay. And I was in there talking to Jagger in pyjamas about chinese food and mobile phone plans. Then we all we all went home, and into Ricco’s bedroom, where he was in boxers and a dressing gown, classy. I fell off a chair and elbowed a window, I’m not sure who came off worse, me or the window. After that me and JRH went to out claimed bed. And banged on the wall to terrify Gaffer who was in the room next door. I was so shattered the next morning but we went to York Dungeon anyway. I got prosecuted by a 17th century judge, from being from Leeds and made friends with Dick Turpin’s guy because I woo-ed. And now my stomach is like “What the hell have you done to me!?” I have an invitation to come out tonight too. Going to die.
“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”—Douglas Coupland (via anthropologiste)