Umm..... I haven't been that out of control for some time. Kyser made me leave at 7am and for anyone who knows what a lightweight I am, you'll realise that HIM wanting to leave before me is something that
never happens. He had to lead me by the hand all the way home, babbling in an addled state, just smiling and chatting to me. We walked for 20 mins through Victoria Park, passing flags about a marathon, trucks, people setting up tents, barriers, all sorts of shit, before Kyser said - "you know, I think this marathon might actually be on this morning". Hands up the slow ones! Then I had to go to the toilet, I look around - no one. I crouch down to go and within 30 seconds, I see, not one, but 4, people across various parts of the park within sight of me.

I jumped up and ran off, only for us to realise there was a public toilet across the road about 15 metres from where we were standing.

I'm a moron!
I loved that Belgian guy, wasn't sure how I'd go listening to music that hard (well, hard to me, anyway) all night, but when he came on, I just completely connected with the music and LOVED it. He was really friendly too, I had a chat to him later on. Haven't bounced and sweated that much for a long time. Thanks to all for the dancin', lovely chats and friendly faces. Good to meet Moggy and Lil' Jen - and any others I may have forgotten.