I just saw a guy drink half a pint of another guy’s piss only to be set upon by a girl who, it seemed, just couldn’t get enough of her tongue into his mouth.
I’d like to think it was some kind of drunken dare.
I would really like to think that.
I must be in the Fibber’s dressing room, York. Hallowed ground. I didn’t realise just how hallowed till a minute ago….
Do you see what I see? No? Look again.
Like I said. Hallowed ground.
Did my first ‘solo’ interview today. I can only hope that the gentleman who interviewed me will remember how polite I was and decide to make me seem articulate when he writes up our conversation.
I’ve got a couple of days off now. Then I get to play all my Notorious B.I.G. wavs in Manchester.
And after that… I get to go home!