Captain's Log, Star date: Octoberfresh

Chris will no longer need to give that right arm such brutal workouts

I am putting this blog together in my breakfast bar, basking in the glory of a footballing victory while Gaisford is cooking his signature creamy pesto chicken pasta, while simultaneously hunting down new songs.

As you may have noticed this blog hasn’t been updated in a while, that was mainly because Chris is too busy banging bitches and smoking up these days and I didn’t want to fill up the blog with my excitement for the then upcoming freshers week. 

Anyways the rest of the holidays passed with little activity apart from Mike and Alli bringing the ruckus and (quite rightly) beating someone down in a club, like it was in danger of going out of fashion, and while I do not condone violence, I feel one can only admire the workmanship.

Freshers week was quite sensational, filled with more shenanigans than I can comprehend blogging. The first night was spent infiltrating the new halls with quite masterful performances from Chris and I , with Chris facing the added dilemma of what to do about an epileptic admirer, generating a Chris Wilson classic quote of “If she wasn’t epileptic, oh I would have gone there!”

Tuesdays lucky venue was Sakura which again was dominated by Chris related news, after storming out of Sakura due to over crowding, he regained his composure went back in and with me at his side taking bullets and grenades left, right and center he was finally able to become a man thanks to Miss K previously of Wantage who I believe has being nominated for a Pride of Reading Awards.

It hasn’t been all clubs this freshers, we have also attended house parties and they have all been male heavy dubstep laden disappointments. I sincerely hope house parties regain the kind of form they showed towards the end of last year that made me dream of four more weeks.

I have also purchased a bike and it is the best thing I have ever done. Distance around Reading is no longer an issue in my life and I feel like I have given myself the gift of time. 

Anyways I feel I must head off otherwise Gaisford will work himself into a rage over my inability to stop pasta(fusilli) from sticking. If anybody has a solution to this problem which is proving a thorn in my relationship, please feel free to contact me.

See you round the bend.