Juicelog Thurs 120106: January can only mean one thing: sales, shopping, queues and happy hour all month. Boy, did we (Paedo, Stew, pervy John plus a few other non-entities) knock back the booze tonight. Inside Barcode I started playing a silly game of flirty texting with fit Michael B. It was silly because we were stood about 2 metres away from each other, I was with my posse and he was with his crew.
The evening got stretched until it grew into a Discotec and then blossomed into Gravity. Paedo did his usual trick of re-igniting his previous lust with a very sweet (and sensible) Scottish guy by the name of Ken. Got bored of their Tina & Ike antics. Just in case you’re wondering the flirty texting paid off for me.
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