After l got home last night l continued the celebrations from the football by staying up listening to The Velvet Underground on repeat till 08:00, while drinking a mixture of white wine and baileys. I also ended up knocking my wine glass over, cutting my hand picking up the pieces, and discovering l'd missed a bit of blood on the floor cleaning up. Who says rock and roll behaviour is dead?
Toodle pip
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