A Despondent Start to Easter

It may be weird to have the second post of a summer blog devoted to the start of the Easter holidays, but it does make sense, at least to me anyway.

As it has been, the first couple of days of my Easter have been pretty hopeless as of yet. The first night was promising met up with Danny, Ali and Allon, shared a few stories about the 2nd semester, some funny, some awful (Danny) but in the course of the next couple of days these fine men left to go on one of those 'little Easter holiday trips', to what I have, over the last couple of days, become increasingly jealous of.

With Ali, Mesh, Hannah, and Rachel - the pioneer of it all - going on their fancy, money raising tour to morocco, Danny and Pierre on the respective Manchester and Brizzle ski trips and various others going on tour, to Germany, Marseille, the Algarve, why can't i go on one? why?

There was me boasting about how my summer was gonna be SO good cos i was gonna have SO much money, and to be fair, it probably will be, but you know what they say, the grass is always greener... (is that the right phrase?), and right now the other side says long weekend in Barcelona. That's what i should be doing right now, getting pissed off San Miguel, Estrella Damm and Sangria, whilst trying to buy hashish of Indian and Algerian men then going to clubs and getting rejected by Spanish women because they think I'm an Arab.

In the meantime I'm briefly having a few drinks here and there, you know those sort of drinks that are fun, but if it were a proper night out they would be better cos you know in the back of your mind your going out afterwards. Today me Joel and Archie had another one, on top of the one we had 2 nights before, which was nice but that's only cos we mixed up the Cinema times. Sur le moment i think its just me, Bruno, Joel, Archie, Allon - back from his weekend in Germany, bastard - and Harry. Now I have already seen all of these people at least once since I've come back, so we've had our catch up chats - mine and Harry's being particularly notable as we hadn't seen each other in a year and a half - and yet none of us have been clubbing. The last time i went clubbing was LAVA, last WEDNESDAY, in BOURNEMOUTH. 6 nights without clubbing is not good, that normally only happens over Christmas, or on family holidays.

Come on lads, lets get our acts together, and go out!