Been down the local pub The New Inn. We (me and Bob) stopped off at a nearby house party in a student house on the way home which seemed to be full of fresh-faced .... freshers. And 2nd years. Bob knew a few ppl from his course, which is just as well, otherwise we would have become the "weird older guys". Spent half an hour kicking a football around aimlessly at the party before deciding on a massive shit, hence the walk/run home.
Spent the next few hours in my room chilling out to music whilst Bob messed around with my keyboards. He got a call from his mate at about 1am asking if we wanted to come out to a house party on Burton Crescent, 3 minutes walk away. Score. Except when we got there it was empty, as the party had come and gone. (Do I have some curse?!) Oh well. Walked home dejectedly and stayed up watching CD UK for a bit, then hit the sack.
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