Some of us in the Italian Club were given tambourines after dinner to bang along to the 'live music'. In true Italian style, most people proceeded to jump up on the tables and dance with such vigour, it was almost a competition to see who could look like they were having the most fun. Sadly whilst Rachel was unable to match the pouting and preening of the Italian ladies, but she did our table proud. After ten minutes of this, my stomache demanded that I go home where I passed out almost immediately. Only to be woken at 4am by two giggling australian men who were in the hallway making loud dog-barking noises. Needless to say Dave wasn't in my best books at that moment...
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