Broken Bed, Anyone?

Hey guys. Am writing this at some insane time in the morning because I've just been fixing my friend Phil's bed: one of his housemates broke it in a fit of drunknosity, and you can bet they're not particularly happy with each other. I seem to attract madness everywhere I go, don't I? Anyhoo, I thought it would be nice to do a post where I'm actually talking about how I feel rather than just telling you about places. To be honest, after what's just happened, I have to say that I am never, ever getting drunk like that.

SERIOUSLY.

Maybe it's just Great Britain's culture, but I swear someone needs to teach at least half our population the severe error of binge-drinking. I'm not saying we should all go teetotal here, but breaking somebody's bed, denying it, not knowing what year it is because you are that far gone: this is not what most British people are like, and it annoys me that the world sees us as a group of idiotic drunkards, but if you're going to hand people evidence like that...

Anyone who knows me will know I don't generally drink that much, if at all (though I had a glass of California Rose tonight and a bit of Pimm's, so better than usual), generally because I hate seeing what it does to people, especially if I care about that person. Too much of anything that belongs to this world is not good for you, and alcohol not only proves this point, it blasts this point home through several walls. Poor old Phil had just had his bed fixed, and now has to try and get it fixed again.

Not that this post's supposed to put you off drinking: heck, I heartily recommend a glass of Pimm's, and you can't beat Kopparberg Pear Cider sometimes. But tonight has definitely reinforced the truth I already knew: there is so much more to this life than getting hammered off your face; Great Britain knows it; I know it; and so help me, this tour is going to prove it.

Oh, the rantnosity of this post. I love you all really, even when you're a bit gone. Just don't smash up someone's bed, please. My temporary fix of several large economics books may be working so far, but it won't wash with the landlord...

Chris

P.S. Exeter's awesome by the way, well worth a visit. Shall be blogging about it and Bristol in full detail very shortly!