That’s what i kept on asking for at the Kent event last night.
And ohmygod 42 Below is DANGER.
I could barely taste the vodka and… it really got to me.

Milcah kept on trying to set me up with someone, “Look at his hands! He’s got great hands! I bet he’s got a huge package!” She measured a substantial length between her hands and gestured at me.
“Oh for fuck’s sake Milcah!!” i yelled.

MaryBerry said i started doing my skippy dance.
DikHaHaHau said i was giving all the guys who were chatting me up attitude.
He introduced me to Jac (i don’t know how you spell it… i think he’s french and the MD of BAT) who er was really nice and ‘saved’ me from someone.

“Want to go again tonight?” asked MaryBerry
“I have plans already. But even if i didn’t… no! Enough..!”

I’m going to skulk to the coffeeshop near my house in a Bass Agents cap (cos my hair looks really shite right now and i’m not going to bother) to buy koay teow in soup.
And eat it at home.
While watching ANTM or something.

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