Thursday, November 13
Snakebites Are Bad, Bad Things
They really are.
Not actual snake bites, of course, but the drink Snakebite. For those who are currently unaware, you make a Snakebite by mixing half a pint of lager with half a pint of cider and a splash of blackcurrant. It's very (sort of ) palatable, and it gets you well fucked-up.
Especially if you do it with Stella and Strongbow Super. Big mistake. I only had 3 pints of it last night, and I was feeling fairly merry. I felt pretty bad when I got up this morning, or at least I did until I had a shower, which always sets me right. I've drank a shedload of water all day, so I'm not feeling too bad. Good stuff.
Why did we drink a fair few last night? No particular reason; first Wednesday of the week, perhaps. Pete's (one of my housemates) friend Lucy came back to ours for the evening, and they had had a bit of a headstart on the rest of us, so we probably decided to try and catch up... Lucy's cool, I knew her already (she lived with a few of my mates last year), and it was a pretty good laugh. We even watched the new Peter Kay DVD, which is fucking hilarious. He's a funny, funny man.