since I've had such fun like that.
having our bums rub against mouldy musty alcohol infused carpet work,
watching andy bull work his magic on the keys, (his voice!amazing stuff!)
and tapping my feet impatiently and trying hard to stifle yawns when lisa mitchell was doing her set.
staring into window displays of almond cookies (i picked that absolutely horrid habit from you fatty)
yelling 'let's go already' to dear c*, then
running down lygon street dead in the middle of the night,
having maccas for supper, discussing or more like dissing life in sibu, hmm.
with a bunch of girly girls.
10 hours too early later,
frisbee and a picnic on the lawns.
niccceeeee.
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