Went out for a leaving do last night. New kid, almost twenty-one and down from Manchester, spent the entire evening talking himself up and explained several times over how he regularly goes out til three each morning and still wakes afresh the next day. After six and a half hours in various quiet pubs it was half eleven, he’d drunk eight bottles of Budweiser and seemed mostly ahold of himself .. Five this morning I was woken by the sound of somebody being murdered in the toilet. This hardcore clubber extraordinaire was proving his worth by throwing up everything he had going. He didn’t even have the energy to wake up this morning.
Bloody northern pansies.
I won’t miss this place but I tend not to miss anything. IT Support is an evil EVIL job and only the insane would wilfully make a career of it.
Edinburgh in three weeks. Eep.
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