Here endeth the firsht drunken esshay, Time for bed...
Shown cold shtober
Here endeth the firsht drunken esshay, Time for bed...
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Hello, Murphy...
Well, I'm back. Eventually. Flight out of Martinique delayed slightly (didn't matter as I had a long wait at Paris Orly anyway). Flight out of Paris…
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A Weekend in Tab-land (Part the First)
So, this weekend, I left the noble university town of Oxford to brave the home of the Fenland Poly¹. It didn't really get off to an inspiring…
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The Slithering Truth
So, apparently we aren't allowed to take any hand luggage onto 'planes on account of some bomb plot. Of course, this is just a cover-up. It's not…
September 29 2002, 14:32:12 UTC 18 years ago
Not actually sure I've ever seen you with more in you than the statutory single glass served at the Roy Griffiths Room, possibly a couple of top-ups at Warden's Drinks or the like. You weren't even far gone at the Keble Ball in '95, which rather seems to defeat the purpose of the exercise. (Er, like I'm one to talk.)
Feeling sober now ;-)
September 29 2002, 15:29:37 UTC 18 years ago
It's unsurprising that you've never notice me ... uh ... "less than sober" on the grounds that it only happens rarely - family events (so not anywhere near college) an Babblings (return from London to recover) were about the only causes during The Keble Years. Hang on, what about Blinds when that finally happened in the third year - I distinctly remember being the worse for wear after that. And after that, you may recall I was dating an Evangelical Teetotaller, so I wasn't drinking anyway.
Re: Feeling sober now ;-)
September 29 2002, 16:12:05 UTC 18 years ago
I don't remember much about Blinds, except that I led an escape party back to the ranch fairly early on. (I also vaguely recall reports that it broke up in acrimony - or was it in Marston? - not very long at all after I left.)
Re: Feeling sober now ;-)
September 29 2002, 16:47:00 UTC 18 years ago
I think I probably bailed at the same time as you - I certainly don't remember staying very long (it was more the "quality" than the quantity of the booze that was the problem). Oh, and Headington, I think.