Friday

So yeh. On Friday we were all pretty hungover, destitute and nauseous after a cliched night of binge-drinking. No drugs, no illegal substances, no mind altering chemicals, just straight up booze. We had loads of people to our house before and a select few of us engaged in drinking Frosty Jack cider. One of us was feeling particularly lowly about himself after a one night stand, with the possibility of a Chlamydia test looming large.

Instead of investing in our vulnerable physical/mental states of being, and going to bed, we decided to go soul-searching. Perhaps still under the influence of the nitrates in the Frosty, we ventured three or four stops out of Brighton to Lewes, an age old middle-class picturesque town in Sussex, where they still practice Pagan rituals and there are violin shops.

Drinking again is always a great idea. So we had a couple of cans and walked a bit. It was a really beautiful day. Here's a bit of what happened: