One night, we went dancing in Moseley, in a village near Edgbaston. I was really please, it was going to be a salsa night.
But once we arrived there, it seems I was the only one to be happy about it. No one was dancing… John gave me the explaination:
“we are not drunk enough”.
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My house was really dirty, and my flatmates even more.
On the first floor lived a gay couple. On their door you could read “beautiful people”.
By opposition, I assumed that we were the ugly and dirty people.
The first day I arrived at the house, I was tired by my bus journey and went to bed early…
I was woken up at 3 o’clock in the morning by the flatmates I had not met: they banged on my door and i soon discovered that they were drunk. One was even more plastered and […]
