Adding a small percentage of non-pop music into my life was clearly not supposed to happen.
We made it over to Tatty Bogles to watch Emmy The Great, everyone gets in aside from me.
Why would that be?
The fucking bouncer thought I was 16!
I’d switched bags since Lisbon and didn’t have my ID and the viscious bouncer was not having any of my ‘but I’m 22…’ rant.
Do I really look that young? Consolations that I’ll look great when I hit 40 will not be welcomed.