Norn Iron

I think I should publically apologise to London-Jim from Norn Iron who, although we 1. refused and 2. ignored him for most of the time, paid for most of our drinks, couldn't make head nor tail of our many many stories, thought we were lesbians (because 1. they wore specs and 2. I didn't want to get drunk) and whom we left spinning drunkenly in his seat at 3 am to go score pizza. Hope you made it back to your hotel, mate.