Carnage is so overrated

Although Carnage was not quite as literal as the dictionary definition it certainly become a survival of the fittest.

With huge stampedes of students all wearing red and white tops with some beach related items it was easy to get lost in a sea of Baywatch shorts and a few hula necklaces here and there. Another classically boring theme.

Being 5ft 2 means it’s incredibly easy to get lost in a crowd. However the warmth of your fellow uni mates and their intoxicated love for one another was something to adore.

DOWN IN FRONT

That is until you realise you’re being followed from venue to venue by the same group of unknown lads. To me this was a little too much love and a bit too much creepy to say the least.

The theme guaranteed shorts, whistles and every possible variation of what a person can do with a t-shirt. In some cases no shirt at all or what could be classed as a ripped waist coat. There goes the £9 you paid, and whatever prop you brought out I can grantee you didn’t take back home having been looted by someone else.

Ripped tees are so in right now

Sam Jacks was wall to wall with students dancing to the “classic going out” music. Are we not tired of Mr Brightside yet? Flares was crowded but the vibe of everyone singing and throwing out every kind of shape says it all – when you’ve had a drink you’ll dance to anything, even ABBA. Lads were giving mouth to mouth to just about every girl in sight, not that they minded.

Standard

Everyone always seems to get lost at some point in the night ensuring when you eventually locate your phone it’ll be be clogged with 10 “where are you” texts. Also it’s rare that you’ll make it to all the bars. If you do “hit it hard” in all of them you most definitely will not get to the end or if you do you’ll be the person who’s carried home. Probably covered in your own sick.

Honestly I’m just taking a breather….

I, however, lost more than just a few friends on the way – my bag was stuffed to capacity and I managed to drop my keys and card in the vast crowd of people. I may as well have dropped them into the sea as it was impossible to find them. And with the amount of stuff on the floor, crawling around the whole club in pitch black didn’t appeal to me.

The night went down from then on. Having to ring your flatmate to let you back into your flat after walking back isn’t my idea of a good night, and the worry of losing my belongings did nothing for my eye makeup. Also, having to pay more than you paid in the first place to go to replace your lost stuff can’t help but make me question why I didn’t just stay in and watch netflix and buy £9 worth of snacks. I think I may just stick to my heels and dresses next time and give Carnage a miss.