July 2013 - London
To this day, I still can’t really remember much from that day. That’s what happens when you drink 3 litres of the finest slightly sparkling perry before you’ve even reached the bar. The stories I’ve been told are amazing yet slightly worrying.
I don’t even know how I managed to take this photo to be honest. But I’m glad I did. These are some of the best pricks that I’ve met. Well, apart from the lass with the shades on and curly hair.
I’m unsure if she even has a vagina.