So much for a quiet city-break. Stella and I seem to be getting plastered every single night since we left London. Hmmm...

Bye Oxford, though. We drove away this morning, Stella still covered of green patches she didn't manage to rub off in the shower, me with a black-eye because I've been hit by an over-enthusiastic dancing pumpkin last night!

Appart from those minor drawbacks, our Hallowe'en night in Oxford was fun. First we joined some friends of friends of friends for a pub crawl. Probably not our brightest idea, seeing that the group was mainly made up of very geeky guys who'd shake from head to toe whenever a female was talking to them. Cute, but after an hour passed creating quite a lot of geek-shaking by just opening my mouth, I seriously considered running away with Count Dracula. (After all, we had the Vampire fangs in common!)

Fortunately, we managed to gather quite a big group of people and headed to the students union's Hallowe'en party. It was fun. We danced with Harry Potter, numerous witches, vampires, pumpkins (careful, pumpkins CAN be dangerous!) mummies and cat women. Even a not so good looking Johny Depp in his pirate outfit. Life seems so simple when you're still a student. People certainly lack of communication skills, but on the bright side, they're really not as fucked up as Londonners...

Speaking of Londonners, OG and French Guy both contacted me today. It's funny how they always seem to call me on the same day... (Do they know each other?)
Both want to know when I'm back in the capital, but if French Guy expressed some desire to see me soon, OG said he was still ill and busy. I'll see French Guy when I'm back. As for OG, he can go and fuck himself, at least as long as he's busy. I'll help with the fucking when he "unbusies" himself.