Jul. 18th, 2002

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wakes in a blur of sweat. lights still on. room too hot.
- voice over - "Sheffield. shit. I'm still only in Sheffield..."

the hangovers still rumbling round my head. A night out with the Sheffgoths started with the now traditional 'losing the pub quiz', followed by booze, more booze, as the night goes on the sensable ones head home until there's only a handful of us.and as the pub closes someone says "Lets go to the Casbah" ... end of the night and by some sick voodoo trick of alcohol there are three of us in the Leadmill... Never go clubbing on a weekday.

One of the cruelest tricks Alcohol plays is to depress your common sense...

Sweet chilli crisps for breakfast

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