Bongobongobongo

Hmm. Just back in from a night of partying which involved playing the bongos, a spat between flatmates which escalated to one of them turning the electricity off to the house, and at least one person so drunk she fell on me. I think I've gone through some kind of social timewarp and ended up about ten years back on my personal timeline.

Meh. On the downside, I stink of fags. Unlike in the nineties, I'd have been better off if we'd been down the pub...