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My evening out was hampered by Leeds' 'Santa Soc' playing cheesy Christmas tunes like 'Stay Another Day' and 'The Millennium Prayer' in the union's Old Bar. The Old Bar is probably the most half-arsed union pub I've seen, even worse than UCL's Phineas Bar. It has doubles for £3.30, flickering screens showing Sumo wrestling on Eurosport, and barstools that leave imprints on your posterior. Are they trying to drive the clients away? As a rather drunk second year approached me with tinsel and ponsetita, I'd have to say yes.
After that, we went on to the 'Alternative Ball' at The Bassment [sic]. Three (not very good) live bands, and some DJ sets. Praise should go to the DJ who played 'Blister in the Sun' followed by 'Orgasm Addict' just because it was amusingly sleazy. People seemed to be more interested in bouncing a balloon around in a circle than dancing, and the bar was serving tonic water and vodka as they'd run out of lemonade and didn't think I'd know the difference. So, we made our way back via a taxi driver who said he'd give us a reduced fare if we could solve a problem sheet on probability. We couldn't. But he didn't charge us £8.50 like the taxi driver last week did...
I really need to stop losing weight. My jeans kept falling down all evening, and my grubby white Marks and Sparks knickers were glowing under UV light. And I need to revise for a test on atmospheric circulation tomorrow morning, and complete two worksheets; two weeks of the new, studious Alice was evidently all my brain could handle before procrastination set in.
After that, we went on to the 'Alternative Ball' at The Bassment [sic]. Three (not very good) live bands, and some DJ sets. Praise should go to the DJ who played 'Blister in the Sun' followed by 'Orgasm Addict' just because it was amusingly sleazy. People seemed to be more interested in bouncing a balloon around in a circle than dancing, and the bar was serving tonic water and vodka as they'd run out of lemonade and didn't think I'd know the difference. So, we made our way back via a taxi driver who said he'd give us a reduced fare if we could solve a problem sheet on probability. We couldn't. But he didn't charge us £8.50 like the taxi driver last week did...
I really need to stop losing weight. My jeans kept falling down all evening, and my grubby white Marks and Sparks knickers were glowing under UV light. And I need to revise for a test on atmospheric circulation tomorrow morning, and complete two worksheets; two weeks of the new, studious Alice was evidently all my brain could handle before procrastination set in.