I reminded you that morning. I am ashamed.
Will - I assume you didn't sufficiently wash the neurotransmitter from your ileum between doses.
Rookie mistake.
AND PIZZA POLICE.
I've yet to cook, but when I do it shall be marvellous and I shall update this to show you.
I love this challenge.
I love cooking.
My week.
Thursday - after blogging I did not go to the art show, but I did go to Folk Night at the Ale House, then to Martha's and then to Silk. After it closed I went to the swings with Georgie and some random guy. I think he was Bosnian? Bolivian? I dunno but he followed me home, and I was drunk enough to believe this was a normal thing.
Luckily Owen emerged from his room and scared him away.
This is us at Silk.
(Me, Caoilfhionn, Georgie, Martha and Meriel.)
Additional challenge - guess how to pronounce Caoilfhionn.
I also made brownies and took them to the pub.
Friday I skipped my morning, turned up for a practical and played with various Molluscs.
Later another one of Owen's friends arrived. We made two HUGE lasagnes, played many drinking games and then went to HMV Picturehouse.
It was a very sad night, as vodka + mixer is £1.20. And I foolishly ordered a gin and tonic which was £5. Broke my heart it did.
I bought a round of Jagerbombs for me, Owen + his friends (Michael and Andrew), then attempted to buy a couple of drinks for me and Sam, but ran out of money and had to get her to pay for them.
This is use at Picturehouse.
Adam, Richard, Me, Owen, Sam, Charlotte, (Medic) Michael, Pete, Andrew and (Irish) Michael.
Saturday me, Richard and Pete had the longest game of Wizard ever. In which I lost horrifically, and me and Richard bullied Pete until he stormed out in the last round.
Afterwards we played lots of poker, in which I think I came second.
I spent the eve at Georgie's with Sarah C. We drank red wine, ate hummus, watched films and did generally nice things until 4am when we all fell asleep watching Chicago.
Sunday was a day of rest. Me and Harry saw American Beauty at FilmSoc.
Monday I discovered Peerwise. It's a thing we have to use in one of our courses.
People post questions. People answer and rate them. Etc.
But it comes with badges. And hence I have been tricked into learning. It's like getting achievements in games. For one badge you had to answer 20 questions correct in a row, AND BY GOD I DID.
Tuesday ordered in lovely curry with Fat Man and watched Megamind at Charlotte's of an eve.
Today me and Richard watched Sarah A play Lacrosse, if only to understand what a Lacrosse match looks like.
SO FRICKING COLD. But good fun. We had coffee after and then I had a practical.
AND ONTO THE CHALLENGE.
David stole my picture. Because David is a willy. And I love that picture so God damn much.
My leaving pub-crawl was gorgeous. Really made me realise how much I loved all you guys, and how much fun I'd had living in Swindon.
For me and Cath.
An unflattering photo, because we are both dying. It was taken on the way to the Debating Matters final. I had just vomited in the train toilets.
The night before was the darkest of nights. Croft. Vodka. Flushing.
Terrible times.
But so beautiful. A perfect representation of me and Cath being terrible people. All the nights at Croft making bonfires. And debate team, when we sneaked out and listened to Blur, stayed all night in Nathan's bed and Mohit taught us of his father's pillow.
For Josh.
We can pretend Cath's not in it.
Tried hard to find a better picture of this night, because it was a good'un.
For most of it I was wearing Josh's shirt and a back to front hat pretending to be Luke Danes, whilst Josh wore his coat and pretended to be Christopher. Naturally, there was fighting.
It reminds me of going to Josh's during lunch and watching Gilmore Girls and cooking pasta and arriving half an hour late to classes because we were watching Mouse Hunt, which we'd only bought in the first place because we'd gone to town drunk the day before after drinking all my cider whilst watching the Producers.
For Will.
OH YES. An absolute king of photos.
This is us, taken by JP, behind the counter of Mr Cod, Will on the phone to the police.
First night out in Swindon after I first went to Uni. This is in the Christmas Hols.
There were carols in the Wheatie, free mince pies, presents, a brawl in Mr Cod.
One of my favourite nights. Had THE BEST time at the pub, seeing everyone again and then just classic mental Swindon.
David.
Although you stole my photo. This is us at the beach, and a reminder of the awesomeness of our last summer before Uni.
Trees, Somerford Keynes, Y Not, the beach, and all the other nights at the pub, nights out, nights at our friends.
We really made the most of it and had the best farewell.
David really has been in the majority of my Swindon memories, and probably made up some of the best of them.
Because Tom will always live in the heart of us mongooses.
Dancing in the kitchen on my seventeenth birthday, when he bought me a caterpillar cake and surrounded it with fudge and soft mints because they were my favourite things.
And all the times when we went back to mine after the pub, and would dance in the kitchen to Muse, or cuddle and watch TV. And when he broke my broom trying to pogo and bought me a pretty new one.
To finish off, the original Fighting Mongooses.
My last night out in Swindon.
I feel we should photoshop Will into this.
Prize for anyone who finds a group shot of the six of us.
