Saturday night is party night

Sunday, February 6th, 2005

There's times I feel old and decrepit and miss the days when I was younger… and there's times I don't.

Last night was one of the latter times.

Driving home at about 3am I saw a car with its hazards flashing away merrily, pulled up by the side of the road near Chiswick Bridge. On the grass verge next to it stood a girl in a strapless black party frock, supported by one arm against a lamp-post, doubled over, vomiting miserably.

Oh, it's good to be old sometimes.

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