Continuation of the longest post in the world.

Let’s picture the evening from Seb’s point of view. In E1 and Drapers texting a girl he met in Wimbledon the night before (Alex). He leaves E1 with his friend Ed/Ted and girl’s flatmate Holly, and reaches Varey House, Flat 60 kitchen, where he meets girl plus two of her friends – one with eye liner all over her face who not so subtley hides the booze and not-so-subtley pretends not to have any, another rambling in a boring manner, and attempting to dance around the kitchen because that’s what she believes she should be doing at this point in the evening. There’s chat and dirty vodka. He watches everyone shriek and jump in an ear-splitting and hysterical manner variously at the entrances of Pat, Shila and Alexis. Ed/Ted and Holly disappear into the night together. Seb is probably considering that this is a good plan. It is at this point it is revealed to him that girl and weird friends have decided not to go to bed. They are going to stay up and watch the sunrise. And then they are going to get bagels. From Brick Lane. Imagine the realisation – after putting away a few beverages and texting a girl all night, he’s not about to wile away the wee hours in bed, but have long discussions about whether the sun is up, get sprayed by a fire extinguisher and finally at gone 4am wander into the morning. Excuse me if I find his predicament a little amusing. So, continuing from above, no cash machine in Spitalfields, so we walk towards Aldgate, or more accurately shuffle towards Aldgate. You’ve seen Shaun of the Dead, right? Just like that. Sarah tried to give up and sit at a bus stop, but wasn’t allowed on fear of her being raped or pillaged. In front we have me, striding into the distance, desperate in my search for bagels, secondly we have Seb and Alex staggering together in a clinch of mutal semi-drunkenness, bonding in the thought of ‘I can’t believe I’m wandering around here at 5am’. They bounce together as they stagger, the thoughts of ‘Will they/ won’t they/ will they actually be able to?’ are hanging in the air. Finally, well behind the group, we have a hoodied, shuffling, boozey Sarah, forever glancing in her need for places to wee. The streets of London are deserted, except for a few stragglers and police. Two of these stragglers notice Sarah, who is being left behind from the pack, vulnerable in her isolation and drunkenness. There is one baldy drunk one, and his pilled up mate who speaks broken English. We enquire about a cash machine. They talk to us about a club. We ask again about the cash machine. They want us to go to the club. We want to know where there’s a cash machine. They tell us there’s one inside the club…I drag Sarah away, encountering on the way Alex and Seb in a drunken pull, brought on probably by the long standing wait, and the relative stability of leaning on someone’s lips. Sarah is surprised. Awww. The staggering continues, until we have completed an hour long circle, just about back to where we started. And guess what? There, in front of our eyes like a hazy East London mirage, a cash machine. Our cheers are only slightly dampened by the fact the cash machine is all of 2 minutes from the beginning of our search. This Shaun of the Dead experience could have been finished a lot sooner. Oh god. So we get cash, yada yada yada, walk more, eat bagels, go home, tidy kitchen and Alex and Seb go off and I begin to finish packing room. At which point, via msn, Alex informs me she’s just had a phone call from her mum. Her mum is in Cambridge. It will take an hour at most. And Alex has a Seb in her bed. And Seb has been waiting all night for this hour in bed. Seb is chucked out. Hahahaha. P.S. The morning was fabulous. Everyone was still drunk, but amazingly happy, because home was close.

P.P.S can someone else post please. It makes me feel like I´m wasting time in the internet cafe. And I want to know what you´re doing.