Shivering on the shore in skins

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That thing in black is actually me on Halloween. You cannot tell what I am because it is the worst picture/outfit ever and my hair is across my forehead (because Harry is pretty much the archetypal emo teenager!) but I am meant to be Harriet Potter (Harry's long-lost, better-looking, twin). I had a painted-on scar and a glowstick wand and a hollowed-out owl and everything! But this cloak is basically what I wanted to make so everyone would know what I was, except I couldn't be bothered to make it. Figures. Anyway, seeing as only three of us had dressed up, it really wasn't too much of an issue.

I have done no actual work today. Even that elementary faux-Photoshop took longer than it really should have.

There is a standing invite to the Cookie Club tonight which I desperately want to be a part of, but work is stacking up. Scruffys on Monday night and the Playhouse last night, combined with the theatre (again!) tomorrow at 1.30pm and a test on English place-name elements (which counts for 20% of the overall module mark) tomorrow at 4pm, which I have to revise for, I am a bit stretched for time. I could do going-out tonight if I had all day tomorrow to learn this EPNS stuff, or I can do theatre tomorrow if I learn this stuff tonight. I can't really do both. Since I have booked tickets for the theatre, it looks like it is going to be the latter!

Ross and Lee turned out to be all kinds of nice and not murderous weirdos at all! Lee was a lot quieter than I thought he would be (I was expecting a gregarious loud indie boy) and Ross was a lot more friendly than I thought he would be (I was expecting morose and argumentative). At no point did they try and kill me which I always find is a bonus on any night out! Also, Lee has quite good taste in cocktails (Ross not so much).

We met for drinks in the Ropewalk at 7ish and spent so long chatting that we missed the start of the play! The usher [bouncer] wouldn't let us into our seats but we ended up doing pretty well up in the dress circle. The play was very short, just over an hour and there was no interval, so no cheeky drinks! But afterwards, we went for cocktails in Cucamara's and got on like the proverbial house on fire. Sometimes it is just really easy to fall into people, which is especially nice (gratifying) if you have been worried that they will be wittier and better read than you, or terrified that they will be hateful arch indie hipsters in girl-jeans and Oxfam sweaters. I admit, I was a bit panicked after the recent Dawn-led revelation that I hate fun! Thankfully, one large glass of wine and half a dozen cocktails can generally be relied on to supply the fun. We did 'stories' (the trading of humourous anecdotes to amuse and entertain, which took longer on their parts because they had to keep stopping and explaining all their in-jokes) and 'acting like hipster snobs about music' (nothing is any good if other people like it) and 'make-and-do' (job-creation schemes for unused straws). They even offered to walk me home. See? Nice boys! No mention of cults all evening.

Overall verdict: A++, would meet for drinks and culture again!

Thursday night = night in (please, God)
Friday night = HARRY POTTER OH MY GOD I DON'T BELIEVE IT IT HAS GOT RALPH FIENNES IN IT AND EVERYTHING
Saturday night = maybe Harry Potter again, minus the squealing, plus Ross.