Oh my god. After Richard went to the meeting yesterday I had a walk around in search of quality clubs.
Jager bombs are amazing aren’t they. They loosened my lips and got me talking with a group of guys, and we hit the town.
Somebody, and I can’t remember who, gave me this silver vial, and I think he said it was nitrous oxide, or was it helium? Jesus, high as a kite, my legs are so wobbly, so I’m having a break before I take the next one.
I have to be on my best behaviour today. Richards meeting one of his peers from foundations in photography. Think I’ll just hide in the rucksack and sleep.