My sister has been texting me constantly for updates. I was out with friends last night and had drunk a fair few. Impressed she was not. Worried I would piss this job up the wall. I know she's only nagging out of concern but at the end of the day it's a bit like the kettle calling the pot black. She drinks as much as I do.
Anyhow got her back this morning with this text conversation. For those not familiar with the London gay club scene, Fire is a club that stays open until well after the sun has risen.
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