Gwen/Pete
Let's do Big Butts some other time. I'm left trying to figure out the core bit. I haven't been to a gig in forever, since I stopped going out with those art school birds. The art school types were weird and punky or goth, but at least they weren't chavs, which can go die in a fire that I wouldn't even piss on to put out. Not even after five pints. I'd go find a loo, instead.
Wait. Oh you didn't. Oh what the bloody NO. La la la, I'm sticking my fingers in my ears, it's like imagining my own sis going through sex education. It becomes things that make me want to apply bleach to my brain.