Oh to be 19 years old, strolling back towards Brookfield after a 6 before 6 in ramen only to get a text to come to the new bar, drinking €2.50 pints of fosters, “We’ll go for one in the Rock” and ending up in Chambers with no intention of being out in the first place.
I tend to just talk shit on here but seeing the #NotAllMen rear it’s head around the Sarah Everard story is pathetic. Everyone knows it’s not all of us but it pretty much always is one of us. Now’s not the time to be looking for praise for not abducting someone, fucking weirdos.