If I am ever required to become inebriated, I have chosen my medium for which I shall attain such a state. Half a bottle of Banrock Station's Moscato and I am honestly the happiest chap in the universe. The stuff goes down like sparkling grape juice, which  I suppose is an advantage AND a disadvantage in itself.

E. simply laughed at me. Wearily, mind you, because all his brain cells were pre-occupied with study. But then I told him the story of when M. and I were driving to St. Clair and lo and behold, this massive mosquito-like insect was humping the rear view mirror. It had a body of about five centimetres and was as thick as a bobbie pin. Ugh, even thinking about it give me goosebumps. Anyway, it had these wickedly long legs which, on an actual person, I'd probably be damn envious about. But because they were on an insect, it was just horrifying. Anyway, I stopped the car on the side of the road and M. got out of the car screaming like a banshee. Meanwhile, I was trying to swat it out of the car with a rolled up map that I had found in the glove compartment. Managed to successfully hit it but then it simply disappeared... which was probably not an ideal outcome. Eventually, M. got back into the car and juuuuust as she was about to reach her fingers into the car door handle to close the door behind her, she looked in the little depression and realised the insect of doom was sitting in there. Cue screams galore. We eventually managed to fish it out and people around us were wondering why two Asian girls were screaming their heads off on the side of the road.

E. laughed. A jolly full-hearted laugh. Then I slept like a log.