It was a tweeish night I attended where all the girls and boys were dressed the same (even though fashion doesn't matter) and two girls spent 30 minutes of my life talking about whether or not their shoes matched their bags (even though fashion doesn't matter). Eventually I said 'Wow, I know this is real important but what about all the children who can't afford bags or shoes?' and they looked at me through their pink rimmed glasses with disgust with a plate of cous cous in one hand and a ginger beer with a cheeky twist of lemondo in the other.
So I went outside and changed into a heavy metal t-shirt and jacked up for the first time just to feel alive.
Some of this is true. My scariest moment was probably being sexually attacked on the underground and by one of my bosses and by an ex colleague. I guess I just ask for it...
Ooh and having my nose punched in on a night bus.