Do you ever drift off and think about what it would be like to be Eurotrash.

Wake up at 18:00 on a Tuesday, put on some garish green trousers, smoke one thousand cigarettes in the space of two hours, stick your tobacco stained tongue down an equally socially repellent stranger's mouth, drink at the neon lit bar with the skinny DJ until you pass out in the early hours of the morn.

I'm pretty sure these people lead the best lives of anyone. How do I get in on that,

Yea I think about this.