You Can't See Tits On The Radio

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So yeah- the Scissor Sisters were fab. Curlygirl and I were planning on just hanging around the back of the venue so we could get some dancing in but we bumped into our friend Soo from rugby who was stood right at the front with her friend so in the end we ended up about 5 rows from the front. We had a really good view of the antics of Jake Shears (I would fancy him like mad if I was a gay man) and Ana Matronic who is going up on my list of people to dress up and pretend to be. If you really wanna know, the others are Debbie Harry and the girls from the B52s. We whooped, shimmied, pranced, preened and hollered all the way through it.

As it finished quite early we went down to the pub in town to drink some more and bumped into some of the rugby boys. After the 2nd pint of Guinness of the evening (on top of the vodka and beer) the rest of the evening is a bit of a blur although I do remember seeing my friend Nick's beer belly- a sight not to be missed. Back at my place Curlygirl became the 3rd member of 'the wall of shame' and I'm not sure that I was 100% sober when I went into work today. I spent most of the day hiding behind my sunglasses and gripping on to the table as the waves of nausea came over me...

All in all- a great time was had by all. Curlygirl went back to England today and I am very sad.