[in head-to-toe corduroy and a tie, sat on a train through swindon with henna on and a jingling rabbit tail around his neck] why are people looking at me

since i was a boy i knew i wanted to drink a red bull on a punt

people were saying ridiculously lovely things about my presentation yesterday. even people who were on other panels came up to me to say they’d heard my digestive castles sounded interesting

2 glasses of red wine, 1 pint of irish stout, 1 zombie, 1 tequila sunrise, 1 brandy and soda, 1 pitcher of blue lagoon, 2 peach vodka lemonades. five cigarettes. 12 hours of straight socialising and back in my hotel room buzzing because my coursemates are so lovely

tequila drunk and having the time of my life

tipsy on red wine at the dissertation symposium wine reception recommending georges bataille’s story of the eye

dissertation symposium is about smoking a lot and making a pun in your presentation that you think no one laughed at + then having people come up to you to say they found it funny