Imagine the throbbing sounds of disco pulsing in the background. Knickerbockers and pigtails a plenty while the smell of fried foods lingering over the smell of sweat and aftershave. Gaggles of young people all gliding effortlessly across the smooth concrete while a mirror ball illuminates the night.
Well, for one thing that I am pretty awful at remembering to take photos of my food for this post. So you’re just going to have to believe me when I say that I had toast… almost everyday.