Out again last night, cos I’m such a fucking party animal! Went to a teeny tiny comedy club in Shoreditch, two acts out of three were hilarious, one was SO awful and awkward and in the end I was only laughing at my friend who was laughing at my face of “what the fuck even is this shit”.
Tube to Soho. Find an empty box of Preparation H on my seat. Innocently read the box.
“Moisturises skin”….. oh okay.
“Cools anal irritation”…. OH, OH NO.
Got to O’Neill’s, I realised I’m a dick and left my ID at home but had my uni card with me. Bouncer turns me away cos ‘not everyone at uni is 18, there’s no law’ and ‘sorry, love, you don’t look anywhere near 19’. What the fuck?? What?
Never mind, Craig has quit his job and is in London right now on his way to see me, everything is amazing.
