Saturday Nights Alright For Fighting

Or not.

I have been yearning for a bit of old school drinking, I've grown tired of Croydon and what it has to offer of an evening so going back to the places of last summer was a real sweety the chick moment.

I saw pals who once hated each other but now, thanks to our evening of bonding, are 'bezzy mates'.

Also, Croydon boys just don't like me, I don't know why, but they just don't like the cut of my Jip, Kent boys on the other hand love a bit of the old Rud. So I feel thats where my destiny lies. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked and self indulgent.

I love a good dance, a good drink and a good old drunken swagger.