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The 6 degrees of separation, usually known as the Kevin bacon number, is the theory that everyone is no more than 6 people away from another, but now with social media it is estimated that it is now only 4 as social media has brought a new way of finding people.

It is also known as the Kevin bacon number as he once said “I know everyone in Hollywood” this was put to the test and there is a website called the Oracle of Bacon where you can put anyone who has worked or works in Hollywood and it will show how Kevin bacon knows them, but don’t put your name into it, it doesn’t work, trust me, I’ve tried.

But if you’re not going to listen to me and you really want to see how you know Kevin Bacon, try it yourself: https://oracleofbacon.org/

Here’s a video explaining how the Kevin Bacon number works, well it might do, I haven’t seen it.

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so right, after newcastle, i had the hangover from hell, and the beginnings of a headcold. i felt nauseous to the point of sucide, and well, yeah. good times. 

we had about 4 hours sleep. my sleep being on the floor, with a blanket and a cushty for company. livingthedream.com

so anyways, we decided to hit up mbro maccies. it was the. most. stressful. thing. ever. it was rammed, i couldn't understand the guy behind the till, there was nowhere to sit and i wanted to vom.

anyways, my chicken wrap was cold and disgusting, and did not help the hangover.

whatever.

went home, paige went to sleep, i went to go find food. as in, go to iceland and buy some shit. this was lasagne night, the night before was turkey dinosaur night. when was the last time you had turkey dinosaurs? they are fucking amazing. leave your house, right now, with a pound coin, and take yourself to iceland. you will not regret it.

moving on, i cooked some ready meal fun, and jamp in the shower. preparing for a night in flats, and downing VRB. hair of the dog and all that.

started in the SU, then some bar place in town, and this aussie bar- the walkabout or something. both were full of old people, a stark contrast to geordie shore (why-ayyy) 

went to empire. it was lush inside, but too early, and we were hanging, so we went back to paiges. 

i was bored, and hungry.  went to find the parmo that everyone had been telling me to have.

literally, a heart attack in a box. like- it's a pizza, on a giant chicken nugget, schnitzel thing. with chips, and salad. and i got a small, and it was about the size of my head, bizarrrrrre. 

so, there i'm sat, in paiges living room, with a parmo for company, when i hear shouting outside. 

there's a small get together in next door, so i think, fuck it and go join them. 

what a weird weird weird night.

anyhow- the next morning was grim as fuck.

middlesbrough. 

the home of the parmo.  the home of some football club. the home of a massive primark, new look and topshop, just like every other city in england. 

but but but, also the home of teeside uni, and one of my beaut friends.

so, after my seven hour ordeal on megabus. i had arrived, to paige and fucking awesome accents. but that aside.

paiges house, consists of bricks, mortar, windows, a lingering smell of chinese food, 8 or 9 housemates or something, 4 of whom are of asian variety, is that politically correct? pfft. past caring, this is my fourth blog post of the evening. 

this btw- is known as bingeing. don't try it. even wearing my glasses, i'm developing a headache. hm. curious. 

 yeah, aside from that, there are some toilets, some semi hot guy neighbors, and banter. 

if that's not a good enough summary, shoot me now. 

on the first night, her beauts housemates cooked a quorn curry.  it was lush right. and we had just finished eating, when one of the four asian housemates, came in to cook dinner.

the kitchen had not yet been tidied. this did not impress said housemate. who proceeded to have the funniest bi-lingual bitch fit, i have ever seen in my life.

"faaack, fack, fack" runs to boyfriend, throws knives and pots around, squirts some mr muscle and "fack fack fack"'s some more.

it might not sound funny. but, it was one of those, "we should not be laughing, but omg she keeps swearing in english, LOL" moments.

not gonna lie, when she was flinging her massive knives around, i was fearing for my life.

however- apparently, she's normally very nice.

whatever- this was followed by a shower, clothes, hair, makeup. and a night in mbro.

went to the SU, then some club called arena. decent enough- glad i wasn't dressed up. 

so this one time, i got up at 5 in the morning, i got a taxi at 6, and got on a coach, at 6.40. 

i then, travelled through like 6 cities in 7 hours, and survived to tell the tale. 

well, on the way there, i was a cunt to everyone within a two mile radius.  seriously. i was surviving, on sheer cunt instincts.  

"can i sit here?" was met with a look that said, "kindly, take yourself to fuck"  whilst i put my legs up on the seat beside me, hood up, music in.

so, yeah, winchester,  to middlesbrough, by coach.

what a fucking experience. we had like four different bus drivers, with four different accents. i say we, when i was travelling on my one, na mean? dick.

it was nice, like a whistle stop tour of the country. i could of done with like, a complimentary map or something. it might of actually proved to be educational, if i could of just had a map. like, it's all well and good telling me i'm in manchester, but what use is it if i can't find it on a map.

doesn't matter really, all that mattered is that i wasn't south anymore.

i travelled well light- i'm so proud of myself. a case, a bag, and a pillow. BOOOOM.  

and i was reunited with paige, eventually.

how i love that girl, and her yorkshireness. 

my phone died, so when i turned up, it was like a surprise.  lol jk, i was coming out of a lift, her and her friend beth were cotched on the floor, and i was like hey. and they were like, hey, then we screamed and hugged, and calmed down. 

paige showed me her student digs- not that bad if you ask me tbh.