I hate going out on Friday nights. The pubs are always packed with drunken idiots who think it’s hilarious to act like a student who just got their loan through, you somehow manage to spend what it would cost to go on a short holiday and you have to sit on a train home with stupid drunks lying in the gangways, wondering which one is going to puke and whether you’re in the line of fire.
That’s why I decided to do something different last night. I spent the evening in the company of naked women lathering up and chilling out. Continue reading