I went for a night out in a small town with my schoolfriends recently. We stood around in a bar (with a late licence) and reminisced about Mr Taylor’s chemistry class and so on. We were probably 10 years older than everyone else there. At one point Tom attempted to prove that he could keep his mouth closed while Gordon prised it open with some tongs (it’s not clear where the tongs had appeared from). I spent a bit of time staring at other people’s jeans.

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