AnythingButVanilla
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- London
I was 17, drunk on cheap cider and MD20/20 and had spent the entire night snogging a boy (and my friend's sister) in a dark corner at a house party in Knightswood while someone played Marilyn Manson's Beautiful People over and over and over to drown out the sound of people having sex in the bedroom. Went back to my friend's house with a couple of people and he mum brought us up a pot of tea and some toast about 9am and said that Diana had died. Loved the funeral and all the pomp and ceremony that went with it.