As a student I did all sorts of stupid things when drunk
...most of which I now happily place in the file 'youthful hijinks'. For some reason, the one evening I really feel bad about was rather tame by comparison with some of the stuff we got up to.

We'd gone to a crappy student pub -- and proceeded to get lagered as usual. 'Highlight' of the evening was watching some twunt pinch one off right in front of the bar. Nice.

Anyway, the night came to a swift end when one of our party -- the one that no-one liked -- started getting tired of having the piss taken, so smashed his glass over the table and started waving it around in a threatening manner. We swiftly exited and left the bouncers to subdue him.

There are two episodes during the long walk home that I feel guilty about. First off, we were walking past the house of someone I knew, whose front garden was bright with a swath of daffodils. What did we do? We pulled them all up, stuffed a bunch through the letterbox and an open window, and scattered the rest along the street (on peoples' cars, gardens, letter boxes etc) all the while shouting 'Monsieur Daffodeeeel!' as loud as we could. Why? I have no idea.

The other thing I feel bad about is when we took a shop's wheelie bin (one of the really big ones) and placed it in the middle of the road, on a bend, in such a way that it couldn't be seen by anyone approaching. Hilarious.

What a bunch of twunts we were.
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 13:02, Reply)