Stomach Pump? Beer Pump.

It has been a while – things have been terribly busy in the world of Straight Talker. I have landed in my destination of Leicester, and have commenced my studies of English. There are a number of reasons why my blogs have been less regular, and study commitments are, at the minute at least, pretty far down that list.

One of the first things I noticed about my move is how brilliant being a student is. Fair enough you spend 3 years of your life accumulating debt, and if you come out with less than a 2.2, you may as well not have bothered. However it’s almost worth the debt for the cheap drink, the Domino’s pizza vouchers, and the fact you can just go a bit mad for a while.

I won’t go into how mad I’ve been, you know, in case you’d all hold it against me. I shall however divulge that my pennies are rapidly falling from my bank account. Also I’m showing that those of Irish descent really can hold their drink better than most. I say this as I gain the status of ‘Flat Alco’.

The reality of living away from home is hitting slightly. Yesterday I spent the day washing, building a washing line, shopping, struggling home with plastic bags of aforementioned shopping, ironing. Indeed – I think I might actually be a bit of a domestic at heart. My washing line in particular is something of which I am immensely proud. Who would have known a cupboard full of heating pipes could become such a beautiful piece of string art.

Anyway – I really should head to the bar. Pub quiz night tonight, and I really am a competitive lesbian.

PS. Are you earning so much you want to help fund my liver deterioration? See left hand side bar.