TAKE MY WORD- I SHALL NEVER BE DOING THE WHOLE 'NEW YEAR'S NIGHT OUT' THING AGAIN, EVER. I HAD QUITE HONESTLY THE MOST HORRIFIC NIGHT (WHICH UNFORTUNATELY MY HANGOVER NOR ... EVENTS LET ME FORGET QUITE AS READILY AS ANTICIPATED.)
THE START OF 2011 DIDN'T GO QUITE AS PLANNED; BLOOD-STAINED SILK SHIRT, STOLEN BLACKBERRY, SMASHED KITCHEN WINDOW AN A HEFTY £400 DENT IN MY FINANCIAL SITUATION. HENCE MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION, DO NOT DRINK ALCOHOL.
I WOULD TELL YOU THE REST OF THE NIGHT WAS GOOD, BUT I CAN'T QUITE REMEMBER IT. (IS IT COMPLETELY CRINGE-WORTHY THAT I DIDN'T EVEN BUY A TIPPLE IN THE BAR? OH, LIGHTWEIGHT.) AS USUALLY I'D LIKE TO THINK OF MYSELF AS A 'RESPONSIBLE' DRINKER, WITH AN UNPARALLELED ABILITY TO DODGE NIGHTMARE HANGOVERS, I WAS HORRIFIED TO STUMBLE INTO TWENTY-ELEVEN WITH AN OVERWHELMING SENSE OF NAUSEA AND A NON-FIXABLE HEAD BOOM. TO AVOID SELF-EMBARASSEMENT, I'D LIKE TO THINK I COUOLD PUT IT DOWN TO SOMETHING ELSE, PASSING-FLU PERHAPS?
HMM, OKAY; THE PRE-DRINKS PICTURES SAY DIFFERENT. (AND PERHAPS EXPLAIN A FEW THINGS, CIDER + CAVA, WHO INSTIGATED THAT?) TIME TO MAKE AMENDS, NOW, WHERE'S MY BLACKBERRY. OH YEAH, STOLEN.
OUTFIT INSPIRATION: CHUCK BASS
NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION: don't drink
