Ok for some reason I hung out with the First Rugby Team of Newark Hall tonight. And I talked to a girl, which meant I had to drink a pint out of my shoe. So now my mouth tastes bad. We went out to ISIS tonight, and that was cool, but now I really need to get some sleep.
My shoe is still wet.

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  1. Sounds barbarous, smelly and English. Hope you don’t get some new strain of foot and mouth desease 😛
    Love your quirky cultural anecdotes.


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