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Ended up at some sort of Lads Night with My Man and his friends (all Italian, of course). There were also two 16- year old girls there who were drunk at 8.30 and were arguing about who was the skinniest. (I still don't really know how they ended up at this place, from what I understood it was some guy called Ron Weasley who brought them but then no one really seemed to know how he got there either.) This combined with the evening being filled with pool and FIFA made me realize that the only way to survive was to take a couple of shots and then hit the vodka- and hit it hard. Which turned out to be a good plan- the evening was loooots of fun and in the end we ended up going into Peterborough town and some place called Edwards.

Conclusion: Italians are awesome. And so is vodka.