In a particually bad club in Stourbridge.
jesus wept! not the Piccy House?? was that an “eyes met across a crowded room, over the heads of all the children present”, or a “sharing a table to hide from the flying glasses behind” romance. or maybe just got glued to the carpet next to each other and started chatting? Unless we’re talking the Grief Bar, but i can’t believe anything ever happened there aside from fighting.
i miss the latter, in a strange masochistic type way.
me and the SO, together since birth – 30 years (or whatever it is) of bliss. [go on darling, you can click Send Post now]