This came on with the gym this morning. Cue massive nostalgia trip: memories of dancing (flailing) to this at 1am in a backstreet nightclub in Liverpool, wasted on £1 redbull-vodkas, the night after I met Sam, with the amazing Sadie.
Only 106 days til I get to see Sadie again and we hit Liverpool, Manchester, Sheffield, and wherever else. I ought to start training my liver again soon :3
Sam lives near what we now call “The ‘T’ Centre”; which is unsurprisingly a modern church with a massive crucifix on the sign. When we first started dating, we walked past the building one day and I asked him - AS A JOKE* - “what does the T stand for?”