It may have been the Lord’s day but the time and the place were ungodly: 7:15am on a Sunday, sniffing crusted-up spunk and stale vomit outside the Camel Bar. Those fine ladies that walk the night were still flitting about, greeting the forces of Leisure as we arrived. Their faces reminded us of dropped mince pies, sparking a hunger for the bus ride.
The troops assembled in a timely fashion, with the only question mark regarding attendance hanging over the horizontal head of Woodstock. As Woody was undoubtedly passed out before his 60” flatscreen surrounded by concubines, our wise and able leader Parrot / Latte saw fit to guarantee his bowling stocks with a series of rousing (and arousing) phone calls timed perfectly to piss off the tall timber and prevent him from returning to slumber. So it was Leisure filed onto the bus and set off for Hogwarts, I mean Dulwich College.