Only joking.
You have the best of intentions. You're tired and rationally, towards the end of a hard week, you should know you should have a bath and go to bed early.
But no.
For some unknown reason, the drive on the way home from the long slog at work results in a detour to the nearest offy. You are the reincarnation of the student of the 90s. For a moment as you grasp the bottle in one hand and the cold coin change in another, you feel that 20-something again. You're going home, vodka and diet coke safely stored so that when you reach your home you can knock a couple back "to the old days".
Retro is dead.
Long live the Wombles!
Fin.
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