Iesu Grist! A fine night of revelry was had last night. Big up you Wreck Sam folk and your decent attitudes to Thursday nights. Jeres and I got three or four hours of sleep. My mouth appears to have been nuked. I accidentally started smoking again the other day. It is not big or clever, and it has made my jumper smell. Wah!
We are on our way to Liverpool now. Groooo!