Another day, another Manor trip with the boys. This is Ryan downing the shots Frog bought to appease the little drunken spat him and Josh got into. After a lot of vodka and a lot of laughing we inexplicably decided Wokingham was the way forward and piled into a taxi for Spin. Cue a lot of hazy memories of dancefloors, Rihanna songs, ill-advised texting and emotional smoking area conversations (in the rain) so far so standard. Even managed to stop off at Murat's on the way home for another little trip down memory lane. He said he remembered me... I suspect he didn't.
“Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie, killing ourselves, a kiss at a time”
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