We Didn't Start the Fire

The Irony of dressing up like 'Gil' from Body Beat and then, in a rare show of courage and impulsiveness,  attending one of the infamous nightclubs in the village for 80's night, only to be kicked out minutes later onto the frozen curb for smuggling in a hip flask of whiskey is not lost on us; least of all me as the foolhardy owner of said hip-flask, who left it lying on the bar counter.