So I’ve been going to this choir thing with my best friend Leanne (also my ex but she’s morphed), truly my best friend and some of our mates. It’s nice to have a little singalong and a natter, very good for depression which I know a lot of us are dealing with… not sure if that’s a lesbian thing… or an everyone thing.
Anyway, please enjoy this spirit-lifting (I think) rendition of a song chosen by Clairey which we bashed out when we got home.
Anyway (again) I’m fucking tired. God. We are always on the lookout for new members. Something something. Something. Yeha.