I was watching This Is England from 2006, and it reminded me of the olden days of yore, in the fabled before-times, where people would just bunch up together every Friday in someone’s flat, get drunk, blast music, and talk without distractions.
I can barely remember it now.
Anyway, get off my synthetic lawn.
Had some friends over the other night. Busted out my vintage copy of catchphrase, the one with the paper disc. We had a blast with that thing, hours worth. Good times.