Feeling a little fragile AKA Hungover

Sorry Mum.

Me and Jack have had a few little fall outs recently so sat down for a talk last night. Enough said on that subject. However this talk led to the very mature decision to go out and get very very drunk.

Now, I haven't had a proper drinking sesh since October when I got ridiculously drunk and threw up my insides all over the bus. Last night wasn't quite that bad. To be honest, I think it was just what we needed, to spend some proper time together just having fun. We started off at the American Dream bar, opening our evening with a (very over-expensive) smirnoff ice and a few beers, not to mention the amzingly generous portion of nachos. After this we of course headed to Coconuts, an ideal place for us to get sloshed, considering we drink for free. After drinking numerous amounts of shots, coctails and spirits we decided to take to the Ice. Yes. Once placing a pair of Ice Skates on your feet you begin to realise how much alcohol you have actually consumed. Anyway, after about 10 minutes on the ice, a fantastic tumble, fall and slide from Jack and the return of our shoes we headed back into Coconuts.

When we first arrived at Coconuts we sat next to a Northern Irish couple at the bar, turns out the lady (didn't catch her name) was a nanny in London and her husband designed film sets!! How cool is that!! Well, this couple became good friends of ours over the course of the evening, of course, never to see them again.

So that brings me to the title of this post. I am feeling incredibly fragile and in desperate need of an English breakfast. Which i am infact going to find now.