Eggplants are like eggs in the same way that homeless people are like... people with... homes.
Yesterday I visited Winchester with Jack, Leo and Jonathon. We were visiting our friend Theseus, and his housemates Eurydice, Medusa and Helen(names changed to protect the guilty). In the course of the evening/night I cut my hand open, nearly went deaf in an overbearingly loud and hot nightclub, got yelled at by an over-weight and over-strung performing arts student, and got four hours sleep on a damp floor with my jumper for a pillow.
At the time, it was one of the worst nights of my life. Looking back, it's all pretty entertaining. Especially the bits where I got mistaken for a dude who got "totally mashed on ketamine" and when I had to pretend to be Irish because that's how Jack introduced me to all his pretty girls.
I think I would have had a good time if it hadn't gone on for so long, which bodes well for uni. In Winchester I was reliant on Jack for a lift home, so couldn't just leave - naturally at Uni I'll be able to do just that when things start to suck.