Comic Con's hitting the Arena this weekend and I've got a wardrobe full of nothing that counts as a costume. Currently holding a cheap little mask up to my face like that solves anything. Tell me what you'd have me go as.
Comic Con's hitting the Arena this weekend and I've got a wardrobe full of nothing that counts as a costume. Currently holding a cheap little mask up to my face like that solves anything. Tell me what you'd have me go as.
Freshers' bar crawl swallowed half the city and somehow I went along for the ride. Just got in and the dress didn't survive past the hallway. Want to see what else didn't make it?
Afternoon indie for the over-thirties and I've already forgotten every band name but somehow know all the words. Two drinks in and the shoulder's out. You coming to the next set or what?
Tonight's lineup is too good and my body clock decided we're picking outfits at three in the morning. The dress won, the shoes are still under negotiation. Talk me into the heels or out of them?
Wandered into a secondhand bookshop on Westgate Road and somehow ended up on the floor between the philosophy shelves an hour later. This skirt was never built for sitting like this. Come distract me from chapter two?
Good Kid tonight and I'm already too wired to sit still. Got halfway through my morning stretches and completely lost the plot. Want to see where my mind went?
The city's unlocking all its hidden buildings today and I haven't even left the shower yet. Rather come explore in here?
The last runners are trickling past and the whole Quayside smells like Deep Heat and lager. Got a drink, a spot on this wall, and no plans to move. Coming to find me?
Everyone's carbo-loading for the run tomorrow and I'm just here for the pasta. Third bowl in and I don't even own running shoes. Still taking me home after this?
Couldn't sleep so the river got me instead. Whole city's holding its breath before the big weekend and I've got the Quayside to myself. Coming to find me or should I stay lost?