Sainsbury's £5 Vodka Treats Me Like it does Your Mother.

Last Night's Night-scapades culminated in me pretty much comatosed in James' bed after necking about a litre of a delightful cocktail comprised of a rough 3:1 ratio Vodka/Blackcurrent squash. Too much alcohol always does have that effect of making me amazingly social (laughing to myself whist eating cold bolognese out of a pan) and sparklingly witty ('i think if i move im gonna vom, can i sleep here please')

This of course would've been perfectly acceptable if it hadnt only been about 11.30pm. Soz James.

Anyhoo, after being woken up by a courtesy call from gareth enquiring into my sanity/whereabouts, he advised me to take a Personal Day (jibb off uni, get yr nailzz done, get yr hairrr did, chez) so that is precisely what i am doing, sitting, looking like i am doing very important work in the design lab when in fact im just wittering on about complete crap on my blog before my hair appointment.

'Who's Got it Figured out...'

Anyway.

Here are a few things that have been making us say 'ee-GAD!' for the last few weeks.

1. ECHO BARS

Does anyone remember these?

Well we did in a moment of ICEBERG clarity

I was debating weather or not to pop these little gems up on here in fear of making my blog almost entirely devoted to snack foods, but they are too good not too. Really thick chocolate...only a tiiiiny amount of really nice biscuit and then BUBBLY WHITE CHOCOLATE!? Well yes please. And only 20p each at the shit corner shop round the corner from where my lectures are. Tip: steer clear of the mint flavour, its just trying to convince you its as nice as the original. Yummy.

2. WHEN YR MATES ARE IN BANDS AND THAT

Vegans 1st gig absoloutely sell-out smashing it at the corner on monday. To find out what I think of them, in a sort of 'internet scavanger hunt'-type activity, type the text you find on these gorgeous lads' teeshirts into http://www.freetranslation.com/ and translate it from French to English.

Otherwise you will never know my opinion.

3. HENRY HOLLAND IS COOL APPARENTLY

One time when i was getting of the tube at green park i saw henry holland walking the opposite direction. I didnt really know what to do, so i just sort of went 'er, excuse me', but he was ipod-ed up and proceeded to cross the road like the normal tend to do.

The mate he was crossing the road to meet sort of pointed to me and went 'er, i think that girl wanted to talk to you', by which time we were both sort of standing at oppoiste sides of the road looking at each other apologetically (him) and dizzily starstruck (me).

Obviously this whole event took about half a second but for me TIME STOOD STILL.

Anyway, HH seems to be constantly impressing me at the mome, in fact so much that i spent my last twenty six quid last week on one of this lurvely playsuits which i cant actually find a fucking picture of anywhere on the internet so im just gonna pop up a picture of me and hollz having breakfast-on-bed like we do actually quite often because we're mates now. yeah i know its not me. GOD.

Really want one of those teeshirts, the 'CTFO' Chill The Fuck Out one, not least because i probably do need to chill the fuck out, but because i originally thought it stood for Come The Fuck on (Bridget.)

HOPPPY EASTER

xx