My nights out are never weird, they end up being a night-long facepalm painfully dragged out. It always ends up with my mates getting locked up, started on, hitting on every girl or, in some cases, having pisses on every single nearby object.

The last time I introduced my back-home friends to party with the Uni folk was at a party last week. It ended up with us all getting in trouble for stealing peoples shots, and one of my lads getting took into the backroom being accused "are you trying to shag my girlfriend?". So I quickly ushered them back home where they made a fort in my living room and slept. And ate all my bread.


// Although actually. I have had a weird night. I night where I wasn't quite on this planet and imagined I was walking on clouds, was seeing Mario and Luigi's and people in banana costumes and asking people, from the other side of the smoking bit, whether another person had piercings and how many, to get shouted back "..They don't have any". The night then got progressively weirder when we ended up gate-crashing a 21st birthday party and dancing with all the older people and one of my mates arranging to go the pub with the father of the birthday girl. Oh Manchester..