my miniature dvd-player transformed me into a holy infigurement of carrots and juice.

 

   I'd like to think of myself as a modern Baby from the film dirty dancing. Nobody puts baby(me) in the corner 'cos I'll fist pump my way out of there if there's an appropriately filthy house beat to tango with or something... I've given up the neon rave scene now tho and not actually left my house in almost three weeks...I watched the whole second series of aufwiedersehn, pet! So indeed, the cure is about as near as a dog called gawlDlockzz giving birth to a baguette with a human face wearing a didgeridoo as a helmet.