Last night, I ventured out to the Steamball to support my girlies, Cherry Oh! and Britta <insert any of a multitude of last names here>, to be amazed by a lovely Libravado, and to dance to my boi’s musical spinnings. It was a small turnout, but the quality of the people there made up for the quantity. Along the way, I picked up a displaced magician…
I somehow have drunk Queen April face even though I wasn’t drinking. ‘Splain that one, Lucy…
