An Evening Alone

A while ago some friends of mine who are in a band went to Europe to play some shows and I went with them because I wasn’t doing anything else. First we headed to the achingly pretty seaside town of Brighton and I slept on a gooey leather couch in 35 degree heat because we couldn’t work out how to turn the heater down and consumed only 1 pound pints and pub breakfasts the entire time. After almost a week of it I decided to go back to London a day early, partly to get some sleep and partly because I was worried that everyone else would get as sick of me as I was of myself.
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