Hackneydelic Dance Party

He leaves the house party as the sun comes up and heads to the Lea Canal, alone. He sits on a bench outside the Princess of Wales pub. Bedraggled. Ashen faced. Wearing a skull t-shirt and a stranger's trilby. He can't remember much about her face. Fishing in his pocket for fags he finds something. It can't be.... didn't he finish those earlier?

Ah well. No time like the present. He tosses it into his mouth.

Half an hour later he's on his feet. The night before comes rushing to meet him...

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