Sisters! Brothers!
Let us assume, for the sake of argument, that I have not been reduces to a quivering wreck handing in my extended essay at a minute to midday on Friday, nor eviscerated for my lack of knowledge about what the thesis of my thesis in a meeting with my tutor at 5pm. Let us assume that I make it alive all the way to Saturday afternoon.
Come! Come to the Duke of Cambridge in Jericho, where I will park myself from 6pm, and proceed to get disgustingly drunk. It is happy hour, the drinks will merely be a bit pricey as opposed to horrifically expensive. I may then force you to move onto the other pubs of Oxford, until midnight, when I will become a real and proper grown-up.
In short. A will be 21. I want you all to celebrate this with me. C'mon c'mon c'mon. It's the start of term, I'm about to start sliding down a slide of doom, despair and dissertations, and so are many of you.
Come! Come to the Duke of Cambridge in Jericho, where I will park myself from 6pm, and proceed to get disgustingly drunk. It is happy hour, the drinks will merely be a bit pricey as opposed to horrifically expensive. I may then force you to move onto the other pubs of Oxford, until midnight, when I will become a real and proper grown-up.
In short. A will be 21. I want you all to celebrate this with me. C'mon c'mon c'mon. It's the start of term, I'm about to start sliding down a slide of doom, despair and dissertations, and so are many of you.