Mission Accomplished!

Well, the roaring drunk part has already been achieved. We had our English formal hall on Thursday night and it all went horribly wrong. I thoroughly confused my Director of Studies when he overheard a conversation we were having about making our own porn film (and my clever idea of basing it on a Shakespeare play so that we could get funding from the college: favourite titles so far are: A MidsummerNight's Wet Dream, As She Likes It and All's Well that Bends Well). The evening ended with me doing two painful attempts at stair-surfing (not recommended on the metal/plastic-edged stairs we have at Wolfson) and being carried home by Lauri and James. The next day I couldn't work out how I managed to get so drunk on red wine, when James pointed out that the whisky might have had something to do with it! I have had to tell several of my friends off for allowing me whisky: they knew the rules and yet they fed it to me regardless. May have to advertise for new friends. Blimmin' devil worshippers!