Last night was heavy. My last before returning to uni. I have £31 left in my bank account.

Four pints of Fosters, a skittle (some sort of fruity conconction), a Sex on the Beach cocktail, a Granny Smith cocktail, a shot of Hurricane, two shots of Brain Haemorrage (it's positively awful-sounding asking for "A Brain Haemorrage, please"), a straight double vodka, four shots of Corky's, four bottles of cheap blue stuff that makes your tongue cheap and blue too, and more.

Normally I'd be drinking beer in between, but I had the four pints at the beginning of the night and let them be once we left the local pub to venture into the city and into the night. It was as a result a refreshing change: I was drunk, but I was clear-headed; it was a light intoxication, and it has lent a clarity throughout today. Lovely.