Cum-bay-ah.

Spent a lovely few hours at the Rhos Fynach this evening, anticipating a pub quiz that never arrived and contemplating the highs and lows of back in the day (including but not restricted to the Demon Headmaster and school discos), Christmas jumpers and Eggnog, and girl stuffs (including and restricted to) Nicholas Hoult stalking and subjects that make Sam wince. Finished off the night with a round of gospel hymn singing in the gym and a seven-man cram in Dolly, the extraordinary clown car. ♥ these summery spontaneous rendezvous.