Here's a little anecdote for you all from a few years ago. Young Mike, that's me, is out with the boys down Middlesborugh for a cracking little night out and we find ourselves in Barracuda.
I gets chatting to these birds and exchange numbers etc. Anyway on our way home I get a call saying come to Thorntree for a party. We tried to find it but in our drunken state we failed and forgot all about it.
I get a text the next morning saying come round. Well why not eh?
"Which one is your house then?"
"It's the one with the two sofas in the front garden."
I still went. Truly horrible. And the house.
Wednesday, September 5