Pipe down.

I didn't manage to update yesterday as I was out for nearly the entire duration of the day. So the song for yesterday can be Babyshambles – Pipedown, for several reasons.

I ended up awake till about eleven, going into uni to hand in essays, then snoozing lightly through a very interesting lecture on Something. After that I went and found myself a room at uni and crashed out for a few hours, waking up only to go and get drunk. Which was the easiest thing I've ever done, given my physical state.

This was for the philosophy social, which was a slightly peculiar affair. Crates of interesting cheap wine and lots of pizza were stacked in a room full of philosophy students and lecturers, creating an atmosphere of slight awkwardness till the liquor truly got flowing.

I had to take a break from the festivities to go and see Babyshambles with a mate, which is where the "pipe down" aspect of the night came into play, in multiple respects. We were quite near the front, and surrounded by utter, utter cunts. To our left were a group of typical football fans, chanting pro-City chants, and generally being ruder than the typically gig-goer. Then they lit up spliffs and started racially abusing one of the security guards, who managed not to kick them out. Directly in front of us were three gnome-lads, gnomes in terms of height and lads in terms of personality. They were hitting on anything that moved, and throwing their arms around our necks, in displays of masculine camaraderie. Then to our right some more lads from Blackburn turned up and began supplying the gnomes with pills and discussing why Asians are inferior with two girls and their mother. I would have no problem with the smoking and the pills if they hadn't been in the hands of racist misogynistic twats. The second support act was excellent, a girl-boy duo from Liverpool who were basically watered down version of The Ting Tings. However, all these guys could do was chant "git yer tits aht" at her, making her extremely nervous. Then they opined that "only the birds are clapping". Sean and I shuffled awkwardly.

When Babyshambles came on at about 10:15, Pete Doherty was excellent. Fuck Forever in particular, was astounding. Various things were thrown into the crowd and back again. If only the cunts at the start could have piped down.

After that we returned to the social and my lecturer drank my vinegar. Good work, Henry.

Since then I've drunk more and slept and feel wonderful. Now to pack for London.