Saturday, da da da
Well.
Friday was a night of decadence, far too much whisky, and highly-suspicious legal highs. No naughtiness, alas, but that’s totally normal these days. Bah.
Saturday, I was dead. Managed to struggle onto a train, spent the day with ETSers. Who are lovely. Atrociously, in one case. Managed till 8, then had to struggle back on a train and go the arse home. So had to turn down two meets (boys, and out with con and kris), along with not seeing the football. This is all a great pity. However, while I may technically be made of money, I am not invincible.
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