Craig selfishly ate all of his food: I spent the time in his halls watching his hallmates eat pasta- it had tuna in it, so I wasn't jealous- and trying to print out tickets to Tiger Tiger on a temperamental printer. We didn't leave for the Student Union for ages, and even then we were waylaid by four girls on a 'South Kensington treasure hunt'.
Craig: "That's a nice house!"
Me: "It's not a house, it's the Royal College of Organists."
Craig: "How do you know that?"
Me: "It says so above the door."
The Student Union proved to be disappointingly empty, but everyone took advantage of the cheap drinks regardless. Craig and Ben bought more than they could drink, so I ended up downing a pint of Fosters. I also had half a cider after that to help a girl finish it, and remained surprisingly unaffected. Those drinks were effectively my dinner.
Perhaps I've discovered my hidden talent?
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