Having covered all of the SU election stuff this week, we’re now getting an opportunity to have a bit of a relax and a celebration at the FCH results party.
I stole something this afternoon.
I am not necessarily proud of it, but it was ruddy funny.
Particularly when I essentially sent a ransom note to the person I stole it from.
When your day ends with you listening to Coldplay whilst playing with old school cootie catchers, then you know you’ve had a bloody lovely evening.
Well last night cemented how much I detest clubs.
For the first time in an exceptionally long while, I’m all dressed up with somewhere to go.
It is getting increasingly difficult to come up with clever titles pertaining to the things I do with my day. I say this every so often, but now I’m deadly serious. HELP.
So I got a bit emotional yesterday, but I really had had a lovely day.
Might be worth telling you about what I got up to though.
Bloody lovely day in London, mates.
I am currently two drinks, and no lunch down, so obviously things are going swimmingly.
Reader, I am pooped.
I’ve had an exceptionally long, but exciting day, and it’s just knocked the wind out of my sails a little.
So…Bastille went and won a BRIT Award. That’s pretty bloody exciting, eh?