Goodness... went out last night... to some mafia stylee kitchenette in Soho... a few drag queens, a dinner in town with the gay-team, and lots of white and rose wine later (ha, that's my name)... and a 4am arrival back to the ghetto badlands... my head hurts... Ouch... lots of flirty text messages... which I don't regret sending but boy, alcohol can make you feel invincible, can't it??
Off to a gig tonight... what did everyone else get up to? Am going to the ICA for some chilled jazzual matthew herbert... hmmmmmm.....