Twenty and counting and Ayr shenanigans

On Tuesday evening, there was some muscles on the side of my head that were painful and throbbing because I had been laughing so much. It was done to the fact that I had been at Sheona's 20th birthday (no laughing matter I hear you cry).

We went to Nude for some cocktail action, FYI Bloody Mary's are pretty darn good... like spicy tomato soup, only cold, and with vodka. I managed to look a little stupid ordering it:

Bartender: 'How spicy would you like your Bloody Mary?'
Andrew: Pause 'Em, quite spicy?'
Bartender: Unimpressed look

The reason that the night was a night of comedy gold was largely thanks to someone (who shall remain nameless, suffice to say his name rhymes with Filal).

*In Nude he conducted conversations such as 'How's uni?' by shouting across groups of people
*He worked his 'magical hands' which seemed very adept at poking people to the point where they'd actually shout at him
*Claire used the phrase 'full scale molestation'
*In Campus he danced with a girl... whose boyfriend was standing right next to her.
*Two girls were actually hitting him to get him away
*Note the poor quality video of him above 'Jumping for love' and then attacking me

I never thought that a night in Campus could be such an insane amount of fun but: Sheona's birthday + Campus + incrediably drunken people + vodka clush puppies = ACE fun

Needless to say, I suffered for this the next day when I was travelling down to Ayr... on the 10:30 train. Little did I suspect that said train was CRAMMED full of screaming children and families: half of whom were travelling to Ayr to go the beach and the other half to Prestwick to go on to Shagaluf or wherever.

I coped with this, and made it to Ayr safely which was awesome as my day consisted of ice cream and the beach.

On the train home there was a large crowd of unattractive, fat emo kids who were playing volleyball. On the train. All the way back to Glasgow.

Good times.