I am increasingly poorly adjusted

So, partyage on a boat occured. The round trip cruise from Pont d'Issy up to the Ile St Louis was delayed and hence cut a little shorter than originally intended, but that had one happy side-effect: we passed the Eiffel Tower - both ways - exactly on the hour, so it looked like it was sparkling specially for us. When you are 90 drunk students, that kind of thing is naturally just unmentionably brilliant. Woo!, we all said.

Olly searches in vain for the Eiffel Tower. Where could it have gone?

Anyway, it transpires that having end-of-year parties on river cruises, in elegant dresses (Wimmin) and suits+ties (Dudes), is all rather swish and frankly class. However, it has to be said that the numerous people who became drunk enough to fall over didn't really need the extra help from a moving floor. But overall, nice.

Surveys suggest 1 in 2 Wimmin find Timber's "I have a dirty mop on my head" joke funny.

The others don't think it's a joke.

Unfortunately I came to realise that I really am becoming increasingly maladjusted. I had already decided that this was absolutely the last college event I must ever go to. But that probably isn't a decent enough excuse for fobbing off anyone who wasn't in third year. I concede that some relationships will always remain vacuous - not my fault nor the other person's, you simply don't have enough in common, and if you expect to get on with everybody then you're setting yourself up for failure. But certain doubtlessly lovely people, whom I could potentially have a lot of time for if it wasn't for the fact that doing so would mean risking further college mingling, made honest attempts to be nice to me. At which point the more destructive parts of my frankly stupid personality come to the fore and meant I was short with them when I could at least have made the effort to be polite if nothing else. I blame it on the beer. And also the fact that I am increasingly maladjusted.

No-one told Lady Franchester that it wasn't a fancy dress party, and she came as a geeeeek.

So, moral of the story. If I have been rude to you, and you don't know me that well, I probably think you're lovely.

If I've been rude to you, and I do know you (so, everyone reading this blog then), I probably think you're a complete gimp. Har.