We'll Scream Loud At The Top of our Lungs, And They'll Say It's Just 'Cause We're Young

So! it has come to this.

the london drinking.

the plan was, we go to london, do something vaugely resembling a pub crawl, go stay in the youth hostel. continuing the drinking and doing such entertaining activities as ring of fire and drinking mao.

half of that kind of happened.

anyway, I went to prod ellis at tescos so we could get the train, and after sufficient prodding we were off! (after renewing our various alcohol/juice/squash supplies) we got a macdonalds (I only got a drink.. in a titchy cup) and headed to the trains.

many things were discussed on the trains. we added some vodka to our cokes with the squirty vodka bottle (yay) and after finishing them, added some juice and more vodka. the drinking was well under way!

when we got to london, we were chastised for being late, despite getting the earliest possible train. we tubed/pegged it to the youth hostel to check in, with Matt and Emma handcuffed the whole way, and after checking in, we dumped the stuff in our room (using a handy locker as a "fridge" for all the alcohol) and left, with much complaining about still being sober.

however long we were wandering around london, we remained sober (although I did get a small swig of ouzo.. which had little effect) because we could find nowhere open (with space anyway) so it came to pass that for all of the actual saturday, we were sober.

after grabbing a KFC, we headed back to the youth hostel room to rectify this situation, and drinking mao completely failed to work. again.

The old standard of ring of fire was brought out, and it sufficiently sped up the process of being drunk. (we added a new rule with the jokers, snake eyes, which was quite effective.. also, the rule I introduced saying that we were not allowed to refer to people by name pwnd us all. )

after the first game, we were all sufficiently liquored up, and there may or may not have been a break before the second game, but the second one was commenced. it was going ok, but sort of drifted off when we realised most of us were too pissed to viably continue..

so while alex, matt and especially emma sat around recovering, me and ellis wandered down to the youth hostel bar. we were slighty befuddled by the keycard system, and tried to put money in the taking money out machine (which, for obvious reasons, failed to work), before realising that the machine to put money in it was the one next to us.

we managed to get two "red bull" and vodka drinks each in the bar, and played two *terrible* games of pool (woo, lack of depth perception), and completely failed to keep track of the wherabouts of my hat. So the hat is now lost to london, probably stolen by those dastardly australian hat thieves...

not much happened after that, me and ellis went back up to the TV lounge where the other three were being annoyed at one of those random cashcall programs, and we all floated back to the room, where little of note happened. (as far as I know, anyway. I went to bed soon after we got back, mourning the loss of my hat.)

The next morning, we somehow managed to get back to aylesbury. Irish Squash (some vodka, twice as much squash of any flavour, and as much water as needed) really helps for hangovers.

Somehow, we managed to avoid being eaten by grues. Even in the dark places!