Knives! Bottles! Curry houses! Pandemonium!
Got very drunk after drinking games, I was forced to down a series of vodka shots and it went downhill from there. At around midnight we decided to go for a meal on Alfreton Road, which was very good (prawn korma with pilau rice and naan bread, in case you were wondering), until some drunken ntl employees - wow, I love this company more every day - said something rude about Sam's girlfriend Emma. Words were exchanged, knife threats were made, they took a taxi
around the fucking corner and waited for us. We sprinted, and for the first time ever, the lock jammed. Worked at the last second, when we had four
big guys trying to beat the main door down. The girls took shelter in our flat while the guys held the fort, so to say. Liam was up for a fight but unfortunately I don't have much faith in a guy who can't stand straight.
No Liam, the bottle stays here and so do you!
Three policemen took care of us and guarded the door. <3
They also strip searched the fat one, heehee.
Before leaving, they informed us that we live in the arsehole of Nottingham and the police are down here every night dealing with stabbings, shootings, muggings, et al.
Any feelings of safeness has gone out the window and I hate the feeling of not being able to trust anyone, as I consider myself a fairly trusting person. :( I want to be loving, but everyone hates a student.
Y'all can visit anytime you like!
Current Location: |
Nottingham |
Current Mood: |
frustrated |
Current Music: |
Cocaine Blues |