Anti English binge rant

Having spent so much time speculating drinking and university drinking with many long winded discussions over tea and walking down the street with different companions, I have come to some conclusions. The year before this moment of writing, a glimpse into the past of many years before too, has been fab. A party full of excessive bottles of wine,cider, spirits, more cider, drugs, cigarettes, rollies and more drugs. I have drunk past the point of memory loss for nights I cannot even date and have spent many an evening on one bottle of wine for just a chilled 'one in'. Although the drugs took their toll and intoxicated my mind with depression, vulgarity and inability to function on too many levels and after a large depression of the soul I stopped. I also find now that I have stopped drinking as much as well. In this I have realised that gone are the days of mass consumption for pleasure and the cool label of saying to people the next day in college : 'Yeah, I got fucked last night, I don't even know what I did and I can't even see straight, this lecture is bollocks.' Gone are the days where I had the destructive nature to get myself lost in so many intoxicants that I found it funny to be found by friends in odd locations such as back alleys or passed out in a bed. Gone are the days of thoughts that only evolve around what alcohol is the cheapest or what drugs can last me the longest.

Don't get me wrong, I still love to go out and drink and enjoy myself but there's a new perspective I find that has creeped out of my experiences, especially as a fresher, which have made me find large distaste and even want to renounce my English heritage when it comes to the English drinking culture. The mentality, for a start, of completing losing one's mind as often as possible in order to get the best of a night out. The freezing weather which either shakes up or precipitates over naked girls walking down the streets longing for warmth and comfort but insisting on more shots. The depression of a hangover wasting a whole day and making reality incromphensible to appreciate and the jealousy of those who can look fresh faced and ready for anything even though they were the most 'fucked' the night before. The mountainous number of calories swimming through your body and placing themselves in every crook and cranny and further such intoxicants sticking inside your liver. Though most of all, the memory loss and waking up trying to remember what you did and where you are which happens more and more. So, taking all this into consideration, I have resided myself to drink on a weekend and the occasional weekday, not just for health, but also for mind of passing the degree that I pay nearly 6 grand a year for. Essentially, why I am here in the first place.