Oh man. You know when you are so hung-over your bones hurt? It fucking hurts to walk. Another 'lets just have one beer' escalations.... involving a variety of East End pubs, snorting coke in some blokes ber trendy Shoreditch converted whare house office and a very seedy strip club where I vaguely remember being rather lecherous and drunkenly slurring to a stripper 'darling I'm broke, but if I did have money, you'd be worth every penny'. And now I'm in no mood for going out tonight although I'd really like to meet other SG members at this birthday thing. I'll worry about that later. Coz right now, all I can think about is some form of sausage sandwhich. Mmmmm......
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Yes, I am leaving, but not for another 3 months or so. I plan on squeezing the most out of the time so I'm sure we'll get a chance to cut a few rugs in the interim...
And yeah, I do feel a whole lot better!
[Edited on Apr 18, 2005 10:21PM]