LOl, I was dragged there when they realised how upset I was. I mean, when I opened my results envelope I managed to keep smiling and chat for an hour, then I went home and cried and ignored my phone.
So they turned up and dragged me out.
Then we got to this 'Walkabouts' or whatever it's called and there was a foam cannon. I was dancing away in that, and split my trousers (Versace, white, amazing; only the second time I'd worn them) doing the splits during a 'Dutty Wine'. And when I say split, I mean from like my mid-thigh to my waist. HAH, and I was wearing briefs (the black ones from that
photo incidentally); twas horrid. Either way, I tied my friends jumper round my waist and carried on dancing.
Eek, then I woke up the next day with crazily sore nipples and eyes. Good times, good stuff.