Im going for a cyber erte' look, girls with Eton crops and monocles but also nose rings and doc martens.

3AM
Theres a certain sort of person who calls up at thtree a.m., don't you think? If twelve is the witching hour, then three's the neurotic-slut-sloshed-on-malibu-playing-Alanis-Morrisette-records-calling-married-boyfriend hour, isnt it?
Why is it so hard to find someone who makes you feel good about yourself? Because there aint no one worse than you.

its where the no lifers congregate to sip dry martinis and make sophisticated smalltalk about the state of their bowels. Its really really working and Im completely caught up in it when I suddenly realise I'm not alone.