My brain is broken.
It's 2.15 on a Monday afternoon, and Paul just called me to wake me up. Seems we're all heading out to our favourite wee tapas bar, Dida's. Unfortunately, as I hung up, my brain exploded, rendering the ceiling of my bedroom a pretty shade of grey.
Yes, last night was another fantastic night working at Urge. Mauri played a great set, and when he became to drunk to operate the machinery he left it all to his apprentices- who did a fantastic job also! We had punters boogying until 5am, and Growler drinkin' until 7. Oh dear. Aspirin! I need aspirin!! waah!
Yes, last night was another fantastic night working at Urge. Mauri played a great set, and when he became to drunk to operate the machinery he left it all to his apprentices- who did a fantastic job also! We had punters boogying until 5am, and Growler drinkin' until 7. Oh dear. Aspirin! I need aspirin!! waah!