My hostel checkin was 9pm no staff afterward so when we started getting into the drink around 10 I said to myself, oh boy where will I be sleeping tonight, and when Luka left Ed kept saying every 15 minutes, as if a brand new thought had just occurred to him, "Hey Gus, would you like to crash at my flat" And I'd say Ed, that would be lovely, I'd appreciate that, and then 15 minutes later, it'd occur to him again, you can see what kind of state I was able to induce in this attempted hazing ritual of theirs, if they were gonna force me to take my medicine they were gonna take it themselves
So we take a bus all the way up to Stoke Newington & every stop I'm hopping off to puke in the street, at some point I can't do it anymore, the on and off, it was OK before but the car-sickness and the drink, too much, I say leave me Ed he says no boy get on, get on the bus. And at last I get up and miraculously climb back aboard. And when we get there, I spy a pizzeria, and this is important context, because I would have handled myself even better if I'd had dinner before the drink, but I hadn't eaten since breakfast, was in art museums all day, nothing to eat cafes so expensive, and empty belly and a dozen drinks I was woozy, and when we spot this joint I say, here it is, my opportunity, and I duck inside, and they say it'll be a few minutes for garlic knots and I go out and I say Edmund, I've already paid but it's just a few quid, let's just leave and he says no Spendo, we'll stay, let's get you some grub, and I feel such gratitude and I pop inside again to collect the meal, and I bring it out to Ed, it's a big portion so we can share, and the street corner's empty 😆 😆😆