9 Feb 2013
University is just training – See the 6 tips to make sure you can hold your own when you work in Zante!!
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Now I have been in some states. I mean some real states. The sort of states that would make Steven Hawking look like he’s an Olympic athlete. And I’ve been like this all over the world. But let’s see how it all started
I can probably track my drinking, which walks the tight rope between binging and full blown alcoholism almost every weekend, back to being at my friends 15th birthday and consuming 10 Grolsch, 4 WKDs, 4 Sidekicks (remember them?) and a whole bunch of spirits. This ended up with me being sick, a lot, and sleeping in a pond in the middle of a field. I also had the time of my short life so far.
So when I got to Uni I thought I was a pretty hardcore drinker. I was a heavyweight. I was the man. Nope.
Now I could hold my drink better than most of the other freshers, purely because a lot of them had just gained their independence and until then Mummy and Daddy had kept them wrapped up in cotton wool until they had finally been released into the devil’s lair of Uni, I was most definitely not the big heavyweight I thought I was. This had to change. Through my 1st year I quickly realised that getting fucked up was far more important to me then getting fucked. I did not care if I went home alone, the reason for this is I preferred to be in the sort of state that wouldn’t know where home was. Don’t get me wrong I did ok in the female department, but I could have done a lot better.
In my 2nd year I moved in with 3 of my best friends and who I am still very good friends with now. They knew I liked to go out. We kept quite a wide group of friends that luckily there was always a night out available. At this point even work started to take a back seat. I once did a 9 day binge. Out every night and most days. By the 8th day one of my friends, Jason, wanted to go out. I had hit the wall and was desperate not to go. It was at this point Jason dragged me naked out of bed, stood me in the shower and proceeded to throw soap at me until I washed myself and got ready to go out. Needless to say I did go, and that was the night I actually did get laid in a 4some with a big girl and a banana (a story for another day).
In my 3rd year Uni work became non existent. Luckily I had taught myself most of the course (not recommended) and managed to have done enough to finish with a Diploma In higher Education, no degree though.
This is when I started to put in the real training for the rest of my life. I had previously funded every other part of my partying through sheer luck and working in the holidays but I was getting skint now. And because I was out more I was spending more. Time to think of a new plan. I did some substances that helped me get drunk quicker or gave me a different buzz, but what helped the most was becoming clever about my drink. No more beer. No more alcopops. It was large measure spirits and shots all the way now. There was one bar near me that did a quad vodka and redbull for £4.50. So we started there. The union had a pound party on twice a week. That’s 2 nights sorted. Every happy hour became my home. Every deal at the supermarket on alcohol would fill my trolley. I used to live on £50 a month in Uni in my 3rd year. £10 on Morrison’s own super noodles (other noodles are available) and £40 a month on getting messed up. Trust me it can be done.
After Uni I did a few jobs but hated them all, although the money made drinking a lot more fun at the weekend. I had realised that the main thing I missed about Uni was not just getting gazeeboed, but I missed the freedom of being able to do. I had travelled previously so I decided I was going to work in Zante. I would like to thank my university for training me to survive the mean streets of Laganas strip. To help me be able to contain all the concoctions made all around that lovely island. But what I want you all to realise is that you don’t have to go abroad for Uni to be your training for the rest of your life.
6 Tips for all aspiring Zante workers wanting to work in Zante in 2013. Or even work in Zante in 2014.
Spend Uni doing these things (as well as doing work)
1. Everybody can strawpeedo a drink, learn how to down one in under 5 seconds without a straw.
2. Learn and remember as many drinking games as possible. You will end up at a party and if you liven that party up you become a hero.
3. Become good at beer pong.
4. Learn how to throw up whenever you want. When you leave Uni being sick has no stigma. Learn to be sick so you can carry on your night and not leave early.
5. Go out every night of the week. Promise me you will never live for Friday because Friday is shit. Friday is when it’s the most expensive and most wankers are out. My best night ever, in my entire life was a Wednesday
6. Have the time of your life, enjoy every minute and never say no to any opportunity.
Thank you for reading. Now you have a little insight to me feel free to comment. And don’t worry you will get to hear all my sordid stories. Just keeping on this blog.
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