so right, after newcastle, i had the hangover from hell, and the beginnings of a headcold. i felt nauseous to the point of sucide, and well, yeah. good times.
we had about 4 hours sleep. my sleep being on the floor, with a blanket and a cushty for company. livingthedream.com
so anyways, we decided to hit up mbro maccies. it was the. most. stressful. thing. ever. it was rammed, i couldn't understand the guy behind the till, there was nowhere to sit and i wanted to vom.
anyways, my chicken wrap was cold and disgusting, and did not help the hangover.
went home, paige went to sleep, i went to go find food. as in, go to iceland and buy some shit. this was lasagne night, the night before was turkey dinosaur night.
when was the last time you had turkey dinosaurs?
they are fucking amazing.
leave your house, right now, with a pound coin, and take yourself to iceland.
you will not regret it.
moving on, i cooked some ready meal fun, and jamp in the shower.
preparing for a night in flats, and downing VRB. hair of the dog and all that.
started in the SU, then some bar place in town, and this aussie bar- the walkabout or something. both were full of old people, a stark contrast to geordie shore (why-ayyy)
went to empire. it was lush inside, but too early, and we were hanging, so we went back to paiges.
i was bored, and hungry.
went to find the parmo that everyone had been telling me to have.
literally, a heart attack in a box.
like- it's a pizza, on a giant chicken nugget, schnitzel thing.
with chips, and salad.
and i got a small, and it was about the size of my head, bizarrrrrre.
so, there i'm sat, in paiges living room, with a parmo for company, when i hear shouting outside.
there's a small get together in next door, so i think, fuck it and go join them.
what a weird weird weird night.
anyhow- the next morning was grim as fuck.
and i thought megabus was an ordeal on the WAY to mbro.
