Nothing worse than walking to the train station at 6.30am when all the people wearing suits are on there way to work - feel like a right scum bag haha.
Try doing it in a crop top and tiny shorts. Like me after my last night out at uni this year. I'd intended to only go clubbing and get a taxi back to my halls at kicking out time. Instead, I was so fucked on meph, I ended up befriending/latching onto a group of people who, for some reason, I thought it'd be wise to leave with when they ducked out early.
After scoring coke through the taxi driver and making them wait for ages, we eventually set off on our merry way. Did I know where we were going? Fuck no. We travelled for what seemed like forever. Almost there, it came to money settling time - where I stayed as quiet as I could, and clutched my coke, not wanting to be deprived of a tenner. Fortunately, I got away with only paying a couple of quid because the driver needed the extra change. People love me.
But anyway. I ended up staying at their house, smoking weed and sniffing coke in their toilet until at 6am, it was time for me to trek intrepidly into the depths of Walsall to find the train station - and find, to my dismay, that I was on the other side of Birmingham from where I wanted to be. And it was slightly cold. Deflecting the gazes of people who clearly thought I was a complete slaaaag, I breathed in and began my long journey home, eventually stumbling into my flat at about 8am, where, of course, I proceeded to finish off the last of my coke. Sleep? Never.
There's your story at last spliff, appreciate it.
I want to go to Fabric, never been clubbing in London despite living 20 mins train journey away. Shame it's so expensive. We should have an EADD London clubbing night tbh
