SW18

Never wake up in earlsfield, Never roll over there, Don’t lose a sock (see Peckham for more on this) & make sure the lights remain low. Utter revolution kills all the good broccoli did (there is no such thing as a mistake just a filthy slag)(sorry, but who takes guys home in my state? You should have left me with my pulse) & the bit about suicidal: The way home was dear (my lapels are ruined)