It’s not university until you wake up one morning in last night night’s clothes and step in a rather large puddle of chunky vomit that resembles a small pond. When did that happen? Well we were lucky enough to have our good friend James there taking pictures, so here they are. If this post seems a little incoherent to you, don’t bother mentioning it because my head hurts like a bitch and all it’ll make me do is offer you to chew on my nuts because as you all know I don’t give a rat’s ass.