Don't drink red wine

So I had a quiet night in with Amy, deciding against going out, wanting to save my money for the nearby trip to Copenhagen (and god did I need money)! This involved a nice, cheap and cheerful bottle of wine in which my body decided to consume a little too literally. I went home, having been out to the brightly lit laundrette with red wine all around my mouth and teeth. I was wearing black and could have passed for Wednesday Adams, for sure.