My mate Lynsey wants stories of sex, drugs and scandal... I could say what I got up to last night, but really, I need to keep that for my special, secret blog. Have to keep this one safe for mother and father-viewing.
Actually that is a lie, I have no scandal to tell of. The most scandalous thing I have done in the past week, and that past week includes a night out, is probably hitting Crackhead's shuttlecock over the garden fence. The thing is, I don't seem to do fun, exciting things when I'm out on a binge drink anymore, I just kind of... mumble incoherently a lot, then fall over. Is anyone else having this problem?