Christmas Eve – 1996
In a taxi somewhere between RUMOURS INTERNATIONAL and Carrie’s Mum’s house.
Julia: “That was a SHIT night. I can’t believe how shit it was”
Cazza: “Yeah. No. It was pretty shit”
Julia: “I can’t believe I am wearing my lucky strawberry knickers and you are wearing your lucky rose knickers and we had such a shit night. I can’t believe we saw that prick. He is such a prick”
Cazza: “I’ve always told you that he was a prick. And he kind of has a big bum”
Julia: “Yeah. Big bummed prick”
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Julia: “Cazza. Tonight was a total waste of face glitter. I don’t even feel drunk and I must have had about 8 blue vok and lemonades. What a shit night”
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Cazza: “Break my stride! Break my stride was good Jula!”
You know what Cazza? Break my stride was always fucking good with you.
Ooooh…strawberry knickers!
Very fruity
Always been a fun song that….retrooooo
Ha, I love that song.
Oh my god, the memories came flooding back like a tsunami on acid!!
Thank you for that and the big bummed prick call, that was classic.
Wait…strawberry scented or stawberry flavored?
Dear God that brings back some memories of nights out in ‘woomby! I will never forget, so long as I live, that idiotic excuse of a “DJ” at Rumours being incredibly drunk and running back & forth across the stage, singing “Slice of Heaven”. I believe we decided to call it a night then, so disgusted by it we were!
Aaaaahhhh………….. Glory days………