That Was The Weekend

So far this weekend I've drunk vases of Kirin and smashed raw eggs on the ceiling of a teppan-yaki restaurant, been on a full-day bender with an unshaven Geordie and a balding Mancunian, swayed drunkenly around the world's worst nightclub, ridden home at three in the morning with pizza stains on my trainers and crashed my brother's bike into a metal barrier, drunk real ale and listened to out of tune music at the Newcastle Green Festival, fought back the urge to shout rude words in a right-on eco-workshop, felt my brain dawdle in the wake of intent, looked at photos of wedding parties on Portuguese bridges and sat for too long in front of a computer screen in an ongoing but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to avoid doing any work.