It was the first job I had in London and for years it's been a huge part of the London experience for many travelling Aussies and Kiwis.
Despite no longer being an employee, I put on my old work shirt, and went and partied behind the bar. Between tonnes of Jagermeister, random sets of torn underwear and manic disorganisation, I had a ball dancing around like a lunatic 'til the wee hours.
Change?! Who needs change!
mm.. floor juice!
Last song
Undies!?..
After hours rugby
Suffering today but with no regrets!
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