Truly lovely
Back in 2005, I think, there was an article in York uni’s Nouse paper about how student drinking was spiralling out of control in the city centre. To illustrate the truly Inferno-esque levels of depravity we pesky students got up to when we had a skinful, the article led with an enormous photo of two wasted girls sitting on a kerb outside the Gallery nightclub on a Tuesday night.

Girl A was French-kissing a tramp (who still had firm hold of his special brew with his fingerless gloves whilst working his moves), and Girl B was being heartily sick on Girl A’s shoes.

I was asked three times that day whether I was Girl A. I could say with confidence that I was not Girl A, as I didn’t own a pair of shoes like that.
(Wheezy Luv-ah is pootling about on, Tue 7 Jul 2009, 14:03, 1 reply)

Pictures
or it didn't happen!
(hutchers, Tue 7 Jul 2009, 20:06, closed)