Theres a first time for everything. This was a bad first time.

We didn't drink much last night so we got up at a reasonable hour. We'd had a few new guys move into our both really good guys, Wayne and Chris. The four of us planned to drink the bottle of Vodka mama and papa Chilcott had kindly donated to the cause.

Tom and i mooched about the hostel all day as the weather was rubbish and were planning on conserving as much energy as we could ready to have a boogie. We played a few games of scrabble (which may i add my skills are improving. It's 7-5 to me)! We popped out to buy ingredients for a curry as Tom had promised to cook me one of his "awesome" curry's. Fair does to him it was banging.

When we started to drink we were drinking a lot faster than normal. Three of us finished of the first bottle of Vodka in about an hour. I didn't feel too drunk at that point in time. Chris and I popped over the shop and bought another. We had a few after the pub crawl had left the hostel and planned to meet them in the second bar. At this point things got bad....

I went to look for Tom and found him laying on his bed, mashed. He got up and was sick in the sink in our room. I've got photos but i don't think you'd like to see them so I'll keep them hidden. Chris and i where left standing. We spoke to Marj on reception and she gave us directions to where the second bar was. We walked towards the and we walked passed a fire station and spoke with the fireman. For some reason i started to tell him how brave i thought they all where and they where doing a fantastic job that i could never do. You know when you really drunk your like, Man i love you. Your such a nice guy and all that just being drunk and soppy. Why i don't know, maybe because all the booze had caught up with me.

When Chris and i got to the bar they weren't there, bugger. Chris asked me what i wanted to drink i didn't answer him so he bought me a whiskey. This was Vegas all over again. I drank it went outside and you guessed, was sick EVERYWHERE! The rest is kind of patchy, well not patchy. Blank. I spoke with Marj and she said i got in about 11:45 with Chris. We later found out Chris got back at 4ish.

I still don't have a clue what happened.

The next day, Tom, Chris and I spent all day doubled up in bed telling each other we wouldn't drink again. That wasn't going to last. Tomwas sick all day and didn't muster the courage to get out of bed until 8pm. I got up about 3 to go and get some pizza. As you can imagine we didn't do anything that day. I blame the whiskey.