Laughter is the best medicine.

My productive stage isn't getting me anywhere as of yet. But having a night out with an old college friend certainly has cheered me right up, despite how disastrous the night may have been.

My second job is promoting an event at a club in Manchester, let’s call it 'Lion, Lion'... I have to admit, it isn't my scene at all, but the money was (note the past tone) good, and I was willing to try it out. So I, an old college comrade and a few University friends dolled up and headed off to Manchester.

 Let it be known that before setting of into town we first consumed copious amounts off rum, and then visited my wonderful workplace that is the 'Hula Lounge' and drank even more rum, tequila and sambuca, then we fell over a lot outside, then we made our way to the club.

I stick out like a sore thumb in clubs... I'm not orange enough, I hate the music and when I dance I look like I am doing aerobics. I do however have a fantastic time as my friends are also absolute idiots!

I have to admit though I was getting rather bored, until I received a panicked text of one of the girls saying: 'Meet me at the bar!!' I did so, to find her pale faced, when I asked her what had happened and she blurted out ''A' just stole a bottle of Moet from behind the bar!'

So we went to find 'A' sitting on her own with the stolen goods drunkenly mumbling 'Ta Da!//###!£"'

Had we been sober, we may have come up with a better plan other than 'LEG IT!'

So once caught, 'A' was banned from 'Lion, Lion', I was £52 short after paying for the unconsumed bottle, and I think its safe to say I wont be receiving this weeks wages or asked to work in the future.

On the plus side, we did get to then go to Satan’s Hollow which is always good fun, and I am not going to lie, the whole thing was rather funny and did perk me up.

However, I am a big softy and begged my boss to understand I had nothing to do with the theft, yet I still feel overwhelming guilty for some reason! I think I will remain on the right side of the law for now, I'm definitely not cut out for the criminal world.

I'm a terrible speller...

Today I woke up fully dressed...

Oh dear, we did make a little mess of ourselves last night...

Sign of a good night
1) It takes you a good ten minutes or so to figure out how you got home.
2)You don't remember eating chips, but you are vomiting chips.
3)You have two dishes on your room because apparently you came home and decided to cook at least three different meals.
4)You have no idea how you got that bruise.
5)You cringe at the pictures.
6) You smell of tequila.
7)You cannot look at the tequila.

But apparently I had a wonderful time and danced the whole night.

I would like to write about a topic matter today, but to be quite frank I'm far to hung-over today.

So I shall bid farewell until I CAN write about something insightful.

Wine and indoor games

Charades was a success, followed by 'Who am I?' the classic game in which players stick a name on each others forehead, then players ask a series of yes or no questions until they can guess who they are. My personal favourite names to use: Hitler, Jesus etc. For example:

Player Named Hitler: Am I fit?

Hilarious. Maybe it was the consumption of wine that made the games that much more amusing. However the miming out of 'Free Willy' was undoubtedly entertaining.

Tonight however we are embracing town. We cannot afford to indulge in our love of the Northern Quarter so it’s a 'Standard 5th' night, in other words: Get so drunk you don't realise you are in fact the eldest people there and that you could recite the playlist by now...

Cheers!

TRAPPED!!

Again, due to rioting we're stuck indoors because everything has been shut down. Therefore I've decided to devote a little time to my new blogging hobby!

Unlike the lads in flat above us, if I watch anymore TV or dvds I'm going to scream, I cannot update my facebook status anymore or people will hate me, and if I stay on the latter social networking site any longer it only leads to dreaded stalking... And that never ends well, as previous experience has taught me.

So what to do in times of such boredom. I've suggested cards, but we found ourselves lacking cards. Bake? Not enough butter. Conversation? We ran out hours ago. So, we went to the Chinese for spring rolls in the rain, despite the fact I finished my dinner about an hour ago.

I think its well and truly time to whip out the wine and suggest a game of charades. However, charades always makes me think of swinger’s parties for some reason...

I'm off to try and create fun without technology...

Manchester Riots

As the train pulled into

Oxford Road

this morning a sense of panic hit; my housemate and I dreaded to see what had become of our homes and workplaces. We evacuated Salford tonight last night with our valuables and most importantly the hamster, due to fear of the riots by our house.

When we arrived this morning on first appearances the city seemed fine, Oxford road was untouched, the only difference was the very apparent lack of people. We took comfort in the silence and the apparent lack of damage, however it didn’t take long for us to be faced with the destruction left by mindless rioters last night.

We turned onto St. Ann’s Square to see that the shops had been cleared of merchandise and display cabinets shattered. Media crews and freelance photographers are scattered all around. Again on

Market Street

, the devastation intensifies.

What strikes me most, is that there doesn't appear to be any pattern in the attacks. T-Mobile looted, followed by Tesco Express; it would appear the looters just topped up on luxury items and milk. There is no motive other than self gain. A painful sight is those shops that have been looted or set alight with flats above them, a clear sign that the mindless criminals who engaged in last nights attacks do not have an ounce of humanity in them.

I was inspired however, to see so many people out with brooms, bags and shovels cleaning up and proving we are proud of our city and those behaving so destructively last night are the minority and it will not be tolerated.

I am sickened by last night’s events, and frightened for tonight. We live in student accommodation in between a petrol station and the precinct where riots took place in Salford last night. Tonight we intend to stay, however we remain uneasy and ready to leave at any moment.

So the overnight bags and hamster are by the door just in case. Here’s to hoping people regain sense and decency tonight, if not, should you see a group of girls running down the street carrying a hamster cage, say hello!

I have just seen my commentary on the BBC... I really need to make more of an effort with my appearance in the mornings :s