One of the most gut-wrenching feelings I have experienced in my lifetime is when something of yours is stolen. Especially when it's expensive!
I headed over to Bristol to join Liane and a few of her uni mates on a night out. We played a wicked drinking game, that involved an assault course. You had to spin around a broom 5 times, whilst keeping your head on the handle, whilst wearing boxing gloves, catch a ball, throw it into a hoop, do 10 rounds of punches, run out of one door, through the next, and have a big swig of an alcoholic beverage of your choice, then scream, "Olay!" Whoever had the fastest time won, whoever lost, had to do a shot of vodka. Lizzie came first, I came second, Liane came third, Abi came 4th, and Jenny came last. It was a brilliant start to the evening. It was a brilliant night until the first club we hit. My white iPhone 4S was stolen out of my bag. I didn't want this to affect my night, so I carried on, trying not to feel affected by it all. That was until we got to OMG club, and my favorite pink, sequin, vintage clutch was stolen. My clutch contained my passport, my make up, my tobacco products, my money, bank card... So in total, about £510 worth of stuff was stolen that night. I was gutted! The night was over for me.
The only photo I managed to get from that night was screenshot of the times we managed to complete our assault course in. And as this was the best part of the night, it only seems appropriate to have this picture to remember the night by...
Me and Liane came back to the house, and I cheered myself up by watching Eddie Murphy's "Raw".

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