Right. I’m sorry to do this but I’ve been left with no other options seeing as Cook and JJ claim to remember less than I do about last night. This is an appeal. To the lady... Now Cook says that آپ were ginger but he also told me that آپ were 52 and he’d necked a load of acid so... Any way as I said, I’m really sorry about not being able to quite remember your face but I’m sure it was very beautiful...

We were at the Hot Sundee کشتی Party and I remember we jumped into the water, as I now have a killer fucking cold and my trainers smell like (as Cook so eloquently put it) a mermaids downstairs surprise. Then it gets a bit hazy but I remember we got out of the water and I lent آپ my cardigan. We must of got a kebab after that as I have Chili sauce down my T-shirt and JJ is farting like a bulldog, which he only does after a humus and pita. Anyway after the kebab I don’t remember very much. Again, sorry, but a bottle of vodka, six sambooka’s and a couple of pills really does fuck with a man’s memory. I woke up in all my clothes (apart from the cardigan) and a miniature cowboy hat which Cook claims I got when I made love to a فیرریٹ, بھگانا dressed as Clint Eastwood (that Acid was strong).

So if آپ were the girl I really need that cardigan کے, کآردیگن back, cos, well it wasn’t mine. It belonged to a friend of mine. مزید than a friend. She left it at… Well I just really need it back. So if آپ were that girl could آپ please message me and let me know.

Sorry again.

F

P.S. JJ says one of your دوستوں gave him their number but it doesn’t seem to be working. He thinks she must have messed it up سے طرف کی accident (I know) so could آپ send that along with the cardigan...