Oh pants. I have a 4,000 word Research project due in on Friday. And I’ve not even started really researching it yet, never mind writing it! Not good at all.

So last night we went to a campus event called Planet V in Vanbrugh College. Last one was pretty darn excellent, some goood memories, so I had high hopes for this one. Firstly, I was W-Wasted. I had consumed many doubles & shots to try and block out the poor, poor, poor attempts at karaoke in Derwent. Life Is A F**king Rollcoaster Mate! Still no need to bloody ’sing’ about it. It was slow to start off with but soon we were berocking hard to some heavy tunes. Next thing I know I was at the bar (now there’s a surprise) and this alarm starts going off. I figured it’d stop but then people start piling out and I realised it was a fire alarm. Bastards. So we stand outside in the freezing cold for ages, many a un-writable things happened and the fire engine turned up. I got chatty with some dude called Simon who met Dr Raj Persaud & we swapped love life problems while smoking. That him mum, not me, honest! When it came to it, we weren’t allowed back in. And i wore my bigguybigcity t-shirt… but not a camera in sight. Dammit!