I went to a friend's flat in Stoke Newington
where I was regaled (by another guest) with some fascinating/horrifying tales of large scale organised crime, all the while trying not to sound too posh whilst hoovering up cocaine by the metre.

Silly Monty.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 9:07, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

i can see why you might feel a bit lousy today
My crap warm white wine blues are very pale in comparison! Although we did make the barman drop his tray of pint glasses with the conversation which was funny at the time, embarrassing now (swopping dreadful sex stories)
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 9:13, Reply)

It was extremely entertaining at the time.
Less so at half four this morning, gibbering in my bed.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 9:16, Reply)