Essentially I'm not gonna spend every Monday for the next three months in work knowing that at that very moment, somewhere in a tiny shed, on a hot island 2000 miles away, people are having that good a time. Maybe if I go to an old soap factory in Ancoats until 7 in the morning it'll ease that pain a little. Lord knows I'm going to try. Miss Vulcano knows I will.
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