Last weekend, I conformed and had a leaving do. ‘Well..’ I thought ‘not returning home for 12 months is a good enough reason to have one of them things’. I didn’t have one for Spain, as I saw 3 months in seville as a holiday more than anything, but not being able to get our patron on in london for a year is a good reason to dig out the feet killers (high heels) and the boob invaders (tight dress’)
We started the night by lining our stomaches with a candle lit dinner in a French bistro off Upper St, headed down to Keston Lodge for some patron shots and ended up in a cab to XOYO in Angel.
In terms of a send off, I couldn’t have asked for a better one, but no bruises are always favorable.
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