Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights here bear witness to stretch-limos, converted fire engines and decommissioned army land-rovers doing laps of our city centre one-way system, screaming girls hanging out their windows, drunk or on their way to it.
It’s what they call fun.

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I play bass, I cook, I look out the window. Sometimes I prefer wondering what's out there to going out and looking. But not all the time. I only recently learned that leaving two spaces after a full stop is obsolete.

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