You know how some people have those tales to tell (usually after a particularly messy night) of waking up next to somebody who, in the cold light of sobriety, really wasn’t their thing? Well, that’s never happened to me (ok, except for a vague anecdote which is far less shocking a tale than I paint it to be).
either I’m a little fitter than I used to be or I didn’t dance enough at The Wendyhouse on Saturday: this morning I didn’t feel like I needed to be put down humanely
how many PhDs does it take to wave a glowstick?!
after the “oontz-oontz-oontz” in Leeds I regained my appetite for mindless trance music