And Nikki promised that she wouldn't break you.......... stay away from the fun Factory
Deadlines are deadlines, unfortunately, and that one's just moved forward.
Anyway, it's not even remotely Nikki's fault. It's the unfortunate combination of a rubbish body and an unchecked drug-happy anaesthetist. Not to mention that sudden-onset brain fade / falling asleep at home or in West Brom is a different proposition entirely from doing so in the middle of the moors with a bike and advance train tickets to worry about.
Barakta and I are going to try for Critical Mass this evening, so as not to entirely waste the weather.
And there's always 2014. I hope.