"Get down boogie, oogie, oogie."He sang staring right at me, his fluffy orange horns whirling to the music. I don't think so matey.

It was that taxi time of the night. That sealed it.

Taxi, taxi! East village as fast as you like. By the time you could say Jack Robinson, Scottish Princess, Porridge Oats, Highland Fling, whatever it is you say when you do something in a flash, I was out of there, leaving all those perfect breasts, firm peachy bottoms and annoying matching It Couple outfits for someone else to appreciate.

Marks out of ten for a fun time - 0.00.