Jess and I went out once, I believe it was on Hallowe'en, and I had forgotten that Reading are literal, actual Nazis about checking your ID. We tried about four different places before almost giving up, she was mad and I felt like a twat for forgetting my passport (Don't drive so ), then we decided to try one last place and they were totally bro tier, had great drinks, and it was just a classy place with no spenks from uni dressed up like Harry wanking Potter.

So uh I guess that didn't turn out so bad in the end