Life Without Toast - Sibling Rivalry

Friday morning wake up freezing. Drive to my mates house in the ice. Wake him up to drop me to the airport. Walk ten miles to Ryanair "terminal" which is really a portacabin. Listen to iPod for the ten seconds I am allowed to on the plane on the 40 minute journey. Find Laura. Go to her new house. Student city. Go to town. Cold. Cold. Cold. Shopping. 3 skirts in 30 minutes...oops! Christmas markets for mulled wine. Mmm. Tiger lounge for more wine. Fairly locked. Smuggle half a bottle of wine we can't drink up my sleeve somehow to drink on Saturday. Buy chips. Bus home. Sleepytime. Wake up. Go to town. Go to Pret a Manger for sambo and crisps. This will become a habit on the weekend. Go to Primark. Walk straight back out as its crazytown in there. Go to Wetherspoons scummy bar for a pint and to get out of the cold. Home. Ready to go out. Go to town. Into the Gay Village for a dance and to be offered lots and lots of drugs. Am told by a random that I am the only person who they "know" who doesn't do drugs". I don't know if this is a compliment or not. "Want some ket?" I am asked a lot. Get out of there. Am told I look like a sweet by a tranny. Hmm. Go to Northern Soul night. Dance a lot. Drink some vodka and lemonade. I don't normally drink vodka. No ill effects. It's all good. Dance some more. Music stops. Go to get a cab. Brrr. Chilly. Below zero. Get cash out for taxi. Feel very generous towards Steve the homeless lad, so I give him a tenner. He probably spent it on drugs. But I hope he spent it on a bed for the night and didn't freeze to death. Frozen fog. Can't find the new house. Find it. Cheese on toast. Bed. Up. Pret a manger for a new sambo combo and some tea. Christmas Markets again. We can move about there today. Some crazy tried to trip me up. Buy some jazz. Go to a giant Igloo for warm cocktails. Go to Somerfields. Buy food for dinner. Home. Listen to the TV because the picture doesn't work. Sleepytime bed calls me at about 11. Wake up. Boil myself in the shower. Into town. Shopping again...Oops. At least this time I buy some warm clothes...actual warm clothes. Like jumpers etc. I am amazing myself at this stage. Bus home. Make Nachos for dinner. Listen to more TV. Pack my shit. Run on the ice to get the bus. Airport is deserted. Bizarre. Flight delayed. Lots of crying babies. Land in Dublin with a less bouncy thud than the landing in Manchester. My mate collects me. Back to his house to defrost Heartbeat. Jump in. Reverse badly out his driveway. Drive home shitting myself the whole way that I am going to die on ice roads. I don't. Marmite on toast. Mmm. Bedski.
Total Spend: £224. Rawkit.