Friday, 22 July 2016
I went, no way.
They were all Pokemon'ing, or whatever it is.
Then, as we continued on - like your eyes get adjusted to the dark - we saw them everywhere. Even middle aged suburban women!
I tried communicating with some of them ("There's one on my leg! Get it off!") but they were having none of it.
I'm guessing there must be at least a million dollar prize for who ever kills/eats/liquefies (?) the most.
My life's looking no so pathetic......