Learning to tell the time
2010-06-06 | 4:01 p.m.

My first week of being 26 has got off to a cracking start. Drunk on the train home from Cambridge yesterday after an all-dayer with my old uni mates, I had some vague plan to meet up with Jenn in Covent Garden and sent her an *astoundingly* idiotic text:

'I'll be with you in half an hour plus 15 minutes!'

Did I make it to Covent Garden? Did I fuck. I rolled home and was promptly sick. Wonderful.

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