I picked this up because I tend to like contemporary writing by young British writers, and this tale of the last night at Oxford sounded promising. Eliot (our narrator), Jack, Scott, and Sanjay are out for a night of epic drinking (the book's three acts mirror the three watering holes on their crawl: pub --> bar --> club), along with ladies Ella, Abi, and Megan, to celebrate the end of their undergraduate days. Intermingled with the night's events are many flashbacks of Eliot's time at Oxford and before, as well as his recounting odd dreams, and a barrage of texts from his girlfriend back home. Unfortunately, the book manages to be simultaneously boring, annoying, and too clever for it's own good, which is quite a trick. It's boring because there is no plot, the general theme of "wow, I have no idea what to do after uni..." is beyond trite, and Eliot's main dilemma of what to do about the girl he has back home is entirely uninteresting. It's annoying because Eliot is an entirely unsympathetic and uninteresting jackass, and none of the supporting characters have any depth to them whatsoever, and as they get drunker and drunker, this only becomes amplified. It's too clever because it appears to be jam packed with "literary resonances, allusions, quotations" (per the author's note, but I prefer to call them "wink-winks") that presumably are there in order to make sure the reader knows that despite writing a profanity-laden book about a booze-up, complete with vomiting, the author is a well-read dude. I have to confess, by the end of the first part (page 107), I found little reason to read on -- I didn't connect in any way with any of the characters, and I didn't care about their concerns. There was exactly one memorable chunk in these first hundred pages: Eliot's recounting of his admissions interview for Oxford, which was very well told and amusing. But a handful of decent pages out of a hundred just isn't a good enough ratio for me to invest any more time with these characters.