Its the final countdown, do do do do do do do

Well here we are four months down the line from the first time America looked like a possibility and I guess it's time to say goodbye! I really really hate saying goodbye and I've had to say far too many in the last few days, not only because of America but to some of my closest friends who graduate this summer. So because of this I'm going to procrastinate from my farewells slightly longer by recounting my adventures from Monday night.

As you may, or may not, recall Monday was the night of the last hockey social. Now hockey is a game of many rules but one of the most important is, Broadgate hockey socials = horrifyingly drunk Clare (amongst others). You'll be please to know Monday was no exception. I won't mince my words, that was one of, if not THE best night of my university life. Firstly I did indeed become social secretary for nest year (thank you for your support guys) alongside Andy, which as you shall see, has trouble written all over it. Secondly I also won third team player of the season, as well as being our highest scoring player! A pretty good start to the evening before the drinking had even started it has to be said!

Anyway we moved onto a restaurant which provided us each with a bottle of wine and more food than anyone could eat before heading off to Oceana. Now I'm not a fan of Oceana on the whole, I have too many memories of completely losing people, but Monday was an exception. Apart from Charlie disappearing for half an hour and thus forcing Andy and I to drink his drink, we were all together pretty much all night. I had such an amazing time and it was such a perfect end to a year with some of the most fantastic people I know. I didn't think it could have been topped until Andy requested Frank Sinatra and it actually got played as the last song of the night!

It was only when we got in the taxi that events took a turn for the surreal. Charlie had the bright idea of trying to cross the lake on some 'stepping stones' he'd seen the other day, and in our slightly (read very) inebriated state Hephzi, Andy and I thought this was the best idea ever. Half an hour later we reached the lake, already soaked to the skin from the pouring rain, to discover that these 'stepping stones' were actually a fence with stone uprights which had pointed tops, presumably to stop the kind of thing we were about to attempt. However we continued regardless, minus Hephzi who decided the role of photographer was a more sensible idea. Me and the boys stripped off (my dress was brand new and hand wash only! -although I did steal Charlie's shirt to save some dignity and warmth!) and refused to admit defeat.

Needless to say, all did not go to plan, both Charlie and I fell in, and despite Andy's apparent success his legs bore the same cuts as ours in the end. Despite the cold, cuts and likely chances of tetanus and other such diseases it will go down as one of the highlights of my time in Nottingham, as well as one of the most surreal moments. I can't think how you top swimming the lake at five in the morning as the sun rose whilst singing Frank Sinatra to be honest.

Wow that must have been the longest account of one night ever, although it is quite hard to tell as I am drafting this in the smallest notebook the world has ever seen.

Anyway I think I've put it off long enough, however much I hate to do it. Goodbye folks, I hope you all have fantastic summers and those of you sitting exams get the results you want and need. I hope FFTW grows to be massive in the next three months and that when I return I can use my superior joining date to belittle all the noobs. Try not to miss me too much, I'm sure you'll be able to find another sarcastic, communist, anti-Semitic alcoholic without too much effort!