Clarity, and A Near Death Experience

Well, that was an eventful weekend.

The good news is I have joined the ranks of the speccies. Four eyes are definitely better than two, especially if your two don't work too well. I can't believe I managed to go so long seeing the world all blurry. It's not just going from SD to HD, it's like going from Atari to PS3.

.....Mum?

After upgrading my senses I jumped straight on a train to Kent to make the most of the perfect sunshine. The original plan was go down, meet up with a couple of people, head to the beach and end up in the pub. Nice, normal, safe plan. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

So after an uneventful train journey and wading through the crowds, we made it to the pub. So far, so good, having a nice time, shooting some pool, blissfully unaware that I would be ending the night fearing for my life.

A few really good friends of mine turned up in the pub, completely unannounced, which was a lovely surprise. One of them asked me if I wanted to head into Canterbury with them later. "No" was my instantaneous response. I'm not against clubbing per se, but some nights I just don't fancy being stuck in a stuffy room with hundreds of sweaty chavs. Might just be me.

This is on a good night

However, through a combination of peer pressure, nagging, and about 5 too many drinks, I grudgingly agreed to go. 'I haven't been for a while, and it's student union, so there won't be many chavs' I thought to myself. I was right, there weren't many chavs, in fact, I even quite enjoyed it for about 10 minutes. Then I saw the foam cannon.

Now, I understand foam parties are popular. I mean, who wouldn't want to dance around in a giant bubble bath? Plus it solves the sweatiness issue, so that's pretty win-win. This is all fine, unless, like me, you're a tad vertically-challenged. I'm by no means the shortest guy in the world, at a steady 5'10, but when it comes to foam parties, I never fare well. 

There are people under there

There is only one thing worse than getting foam in your eyes, it stings like hell, and you can't see a thing. The one thing worse than getting it in your eyes, is getting it in your lungs. Wave after wave of foam descends on you, you can't see, you can't breathe, all you can do is pick a direction and start trying to swim-move your way through the crowd just to live. Apparently, people enjoy this. I tend to prefer a little less risk of death when I go clubbing.

Although I will say one thing for it, it made my hair amazingly soft. I need that recipe.

So, not only have I been hungover most of the day (vodka redbull is not a good thing to tip into your snakebite). I've been coughing up more bubbles than Upton Park when West Ham actually score a goal (which is rare, lets face it).

Anyway, sorry for disturbing your pornography binge, you may resume at your leisure.

~Flynny