Yes, congrats to Frazer, who managed to ruin one young, single writer's angellic features, make him look like a pointy-haired chimp with a squinty Dreddesque chin and what appears to be a circa 1920's cigarette-holder.
Strangely, I can't actually *remember* sucking on any long black pencillesque objects on that first evening, which means either that a) Frazer's been doing some jiggery pockery with Photoshop or b) whatever the fuck said black object was, it possessed wyrd and psychosematic hallucinogenic properties resulting in a complete repression of memory...
...Either that or I was blind drunk and couldn't find my arse with both hands, let alone being aware of what was in my mouth. Dodgy cock jokes may now proceed.
Oh, and PJ appears to have swallowed his own tongue. Just thought I'd mention it.
