...the only problem being I don't remember a lot of it. Darn students!

So, as you may or may not know it was my birthday on the Friday just gone, 19 years of age! How on Earth am I 19? I celebrated with a group of my friends - including my best friend from Cornwall who had travelled 10 hours on the bus to be there. We went to 'spoons, had a few drinks, I got a bit tipsy and bought more alcohol in Morrison's and we then returned to our block to ready ourselves for a night out at the union.

This is the point I can't tell you a lot more. We arrived at the union and I remember happy birthday's, me obsessively reminding people to say happy birthday to me, the shot bar, the bomb bar, and a lot of drinks. I suppose I had a good birthday? I got to the point when I couldn't remember much, but my lovely boyfriend took care of me despite me being a pain in the ass.

I woke up next to him with the usual thing he says after I go on a night out, 'Do you remember what you said last night?', me holding my head and trying to rid a bad taste out of my mouth will groggily respond, 'No...'. So, yes, a birthday to never forget! Fortunately everyone else was almost on equals with my drunkeness, so fingers crossed I wasn't too much of an idiot!

Thank you to all my friends for coming out for my birthday, especially to Charlie for trecking all the way up here. Thank you for the birthday presents too! I now can't wait to get home this weekend when my late birthday celebrations shall continue with a lovely family meal and a good catch up with all my friends back home!

MissIsGoode