Mumps got my mojo

In an unfortunate turn of events I got mumps. Yup, mumps. Mumps you ask? Well, it's a viral infection that basically makes you look temporarily fatboothed and you just want to sleep for days on end. After doing said activity (sleeping) and hiding my chubby face away from the London eye, my mojo was somehow lost.

You see, my mojo is something I hold rather dear to my heart so loosing it was quite the conundrum to both myself and my flat mates. So they decided to do something about it.

The boys were in Leeds for the weekend so my flat mates decided/dragged me out to soho for a big gay night out. Doctors orders.

After a red bull, a few vodka sodas and lots of girly chat we jumped on the tube. A quick stop off to an Irish karaoke bar to pick up some friends and we were on our merry way.

We danced the night away pink wine in hand. In the early hours of the morning after our feet were beginning to ache, we decidedto call it quits and caught the night bus back to our little house on Sawley. All in all a very successful evening.

Oh and in case you were wondering, I found my mojo. I think it was somewhere between the disco balls and pole.