Standin' On A Streetlight.

After almost a month of turning every scenario over in my head I finally got the exam results back. Scoring a 15 for Politics and 17 for I.R. (the highest mark I’ve ever had). Suffice to say I’m satisfied with them; it also makes the four weeks of 9 o’clock library starts well worth while. These results called for a big night in town, but when the drinks started flowing I was inebriated before I knew it.

Three weeks solid without a drink and I can’t believe how fast the tolerance level drops. Left town at about one and woke up feeling like ultra-shit, leading to only one outcome: From now on I am 'Mr Moderation'. No more getting absolutely wrecked just for the sake of it, because I’ve came to realise that the costs of alcohol are far outweighed by the benefits of sobriety. Shelled out £30 on drinks last night compared to £7 the week before on coke.

It’s also been a good few weeks for catching up with people. Spent a few days with Sludge, Peeps, Gareth and the Shotgun-Blues crew, which has been beneficial because just when I think I’m beginning to drift away from people it turns out that most of them are going through the same changes or problems. Also, with more time being spent on coursework than in previous years the time spent with mates also means a lot more.

Overall, a humdrum month so far - no valentines, a bad virus, a victory over beer and successful relationship with the health plan. Two pseudo-dates being among the highlights and having been nominated for 5 local music awards (Best performance, Best Punk, Best Band, Worst Band and Most Punchable) the Fudgees are looking to be an eventful evening, the least Onion Terror could do is retain the Performance award.