Went to the pub on Sunday night with my new student flatmates. one of those Fresher Week thingys. Got ver' ver' drunk, which is unusual as I don't normally drink. Somehow, I ended up pole dancing. I'm now in crutches as I've buggered my ankle ligaments. One day, I will start acting my age.
That's why they run evening classes. You have to do it properly. Or so I'm told. Not that I'm an expert or anything. . . .
I'll take that as a yes then... Damn, Babelfish doesn't do English-Polish or I'd call you a grubby old tart!
