Fatt Butcher

During my sanguinary-depleted debauchery at the weekend, one friend said she was going to this eighties-themed disco bingo night in town. I was intrigued, and after I’d had such a fun time with her and other friends at the piano bar, I thought this might be might be fun, too.

It was fun. The lady beside me jumped up and ran across the dance floor to her friend, pulling her knickers down for all the world to see. I won nothing.