I hate goodbyes.
I hate goodbyes to people.
I hate goodbyes to rooms.
But most of all I hate goodbyes to great people, in great rooms.
Photos by myself and Michael Stephens
Goodbyes are the worst. I can't even bring myself to write, I'm just too sad. But let's say that my last night out in Leeds was made a lot sweeter by the presence of two great party guests: longtime soul sister and the girl I love to see wearing all the clothes I buy which are too small for me, Kinvara, and my disco-poppin' Judas baby, Michael.
Oh, and hair rollers are my new favourite.