Scarfing some late, drunk-on-a-Wednesday-night pizza.
Looking hot as always
Shooting it out at Delerium
Hanging at the bus-stop
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We met Ursula at the King’s Cross train station, and she appeared to know where she was going (more than us anyway), so we caught a cab with her, and helped her try and find her friends before we left her to go to the Empire Bar.
They would be the ones who aren’t drunk, falling over and sticking their tongues out.
Inside joke, don’t worry about it.
What are you doing to that bottle Tim?