Leaving Las Leeds, Part Two

So it was now Friday. I had finally moved everything out of 146 and was living in 37 with my stuff stacked up everywhere. I had to get in to uni nice and early again to put the final touches on the projects, but they still needed some so work to be finished. But not much was going to happen because it was our office day out and my leaving do.

We all headed into town around noon and jumped on the train to Manchester. This was when the drinking began. We had a few in some pubs, followed by an all you can eat chinese, followed by the dogs, and more drinking with drinking in between. By the end of the evening (in the early hours of Saturday) it got quite messy with most people being wiped out by the couple of Sambruca shots which were my genius idea. Hey, I was the scrotemeister and it could do what I wanted. Anyway, needless to say I wasn't feeling very good on Saturday, but by all acounts not many of the others were either, with plenty of stories of people chundering, tactial or otherwise to fill the office on Monday.

Which wasn't the best since we had the Christmas dinner planned. I just about got up in time to get over to Johns house for the secret santa exchange but still hadn't had anything to eat or drink. No matter, when we got to the Wardrobe and I had a glass of wine things were on the up again. Which was exactly where they didn't need to go. So a second night of drinking on the trot. Just what I needed, a full blown weekend bender just before my viva. Who said peer presure is a bad thing? Sunday was spent in much the same way as Saturday, on the couch feeling ill.

This was not the way to prepare for my viva. In fact I still had a powerpoint presentation to put together. There was a lot of kind abuse from Lynne, Si and Andy to get me into uni. Like snapping a rehab rubber band at my hip every five minutes just to the point where you think its going to hit your balls and shouting "Get up Coop, go into uni and do your presentation", but in a nice way. But it was no use, Top Gear was on TV and my head was definitely tuned out. I finaly went into uni to sort it out. But my head was like a vacuum floating in a void and I couldn't hold a thought until around 7:00pm. I finally got some rubbish written and called it a night at 10:00pm. Back home and I had to iron a shirt and get some sleep.

It was going to be my viva tomorrow ...