Screw me sideways with a broom and call me Jeffrey.

So, the last thing I remember I was at a party. Some guy offered me some kind of chemical substance, said it's all the rage in Rio.

And today, I wake up. In a park in Sheffield. I'm on the train back to Londinium now.

What have I missed?

These things are so cute! There's something so endearing about a last-ditch attempt to keep everyone talking from wherever they, even if it's so obvious that the interweb-interactive-all-the-time backlash is, like, so totally scheduled for next week. That's kind of why I've been so preoccupied. I just told about this amazing store in Chelsea. ( Read more... )