Someone just said “toodle-oo” to me without a trace of irony. I love posh people. Especially drunk ones. Everyone calling us is very polite and grateful tonight. It’s either the soothing effect of pretty firework colours, or there’s ecstasy in the drinking water again.
With that I shall retreat into my partially-Nano-caused-silence, since the world has to work a little bit harder at deserving to have me in it, quite frankly.