Well if you took WOMEN in there no wonder they were agog, I think I've seen one or two in all the time I've been going Though having said that Bev took us to a Manc bear bar that didn't even HAVE a ladies toilet, so it could be worse!
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Good lord! Whatever possessed you to pop in THERE?
Oh yes! I totally didn't see that! I knew she was at V which I always go to but I'm not sure this year but I was looking at T but was put off as I didn't notice her name. OMG imagine it in one of those tents where everyones grinding against you
She must be doing some kind of tour as she fits in the odd festival date?
Roman's Revenge live Getting to shout "IF I HAD A DICK I WOULD PULL IT OUT AND PISS ON 'EM" at her would be something else!
Yes, it's in the upstairs lesley bit that I'm too scared to set foot in normally! We went to Speakeasy after Milk (ie after my friend's OLD TWINK friends buggered off) and later everyone went upstairs to the trophy room, but I was getting a bit tired so made my excuses and left.
You should go to it, it's the same DJ and everything apparently Get in quick before they lose their minds and paint it all black/install SHOWER CUBIBLES.
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Milk is opposite Speakeasy - I think it used to be called something else, but I'd never been before. It was really SOMETHING ELSE
HA! I watched the first episode of Ringer and was suitably appalled. Gilmore Girls is about 200 times sassier than that…
The window cleaners are doing the windows right now and I'm QUITE self conscious. It feels like being in a perspex box and having a 10 hot men surround you ready to cum on you. You know it's gonna be hot, but you don't get total satisfaction.
It was a tough CALL to be honest. My two fave posters battling it out to the death.
Oh this Gilmore Girls episode is just rubbish. Seriously where do they get the budget from to produce something akin to the oscars in that shitty small town.
That COCO STAR question is the second time in the past week or so that you've made me embarassingly HONK with laughter at my work desk. You're going to get me fired.
I'm far too cautious nowadays. The last time I got PROPERLY DRUNK (aside from last week's Barcelona-based absurdities) was during the first Eurovision semi-final after sharing four bottles of prosecco with one and a half friends. I spent the entirety of the next day, when I was supposed to be studying, quietly mumbling to myself and watching CBeebies, waiting for Auntie Mabel and Pippin to come on.
Hangovers like that have made me too fucking sensible.