Another long day, in an hour early to take pub photos, stayed half an hour late because every fucker came in for Christmas drinks. Then down to Sarah and Jordan’s with Lizzie. Zoe and Em Fitz there as well; goofing around. Cat’s Pyjamas for curries that all mysteriously tasted like Heinz tomato soup, even the poppadom dips were tomato soup, creamy soup everywhere, not what we wanted, it wasn’t the cat’s pyjamas, it turned out, not even the bee’s knees. Then back to Sarah and Jord’s, smooshed on sofas under blankets, all legs on thighs and heads on shoulders, Zoe’s arm round Lizzie, Liz stroking Zoe’s hand - Steph home later from her bar, Jord downloading a copy of The Grinch to assuage Liz’s petitions. Rufus asleep on the floor, his face mushed into his bowl, his fur dragging in his water. Steph on the beanbag. Jord trying for tornadoes with his vape smoke. And Sarah decorating the tree. Everything warm, snug, comfortable; my shrivelled heart, like the Grinch’s, starting to beat back into life.
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Music. I dunnoooo. I’m running on fumes here. Anything. Umm.
Dancing in the Moonlight, King Harvest. Did you know the Toploader song was a cover? It is. This original version is a whopping seventeen times better. That’s just scientific fact. Listen and find out for yourself. It’s indisputable.
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