Saturday, 23 September 2017

Down It, Fresher.

Since starting University last year, I became increasingly aware of how us 'youths' like to drink, and not sensibly for that matter. I am not trying to be the party pooper over here n’ all, but I do think it’s a topic we like to brush over, glorify or laugh about without considering the genuine harm it can cause to your health, mentally and physically.

Is it really hilarious that your best mate passed out last week outside the 24-hour kebab shop? And woke up, not only hungover, but also with large black gaps in her memory where she can only imagine how she came to lying on the ground, purple knickers on show and sick in her hair? Okay, to some extent, there is an element of amusement in seeing your mates crying into their toast at 3am wishing they owned a ginger cat called The Great Catsby – yep, true story, it may or may not have been me. I say nothing. But where do we draw the line between having a good night and losing control?

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