Indeed, our Recording Date was only yesterday and, thanks to a myriad of ongoing so-called technical 'snafus' (more media lingo - you'll get used to it!), we didn't leave the studio (get me, eh?!) until one in the morning, after which our presenters, Jiz and Liz, were in a right fouler, so we all piled back to Jane's gaff for champagne on tap and a wild sort of hoolie that had cocaine and everything, although when Jiz, who's a gas man, took out the baggies of coke and started spilling it around, I had to give Shauna a right decent reef on the arm, because I could feel she wanted to lunge for the stuff, and so I had to make it very clear to her that I had seen enough episodes of Miami Vice to know the kind of godforsaken roads you go down when you start messing with the Peruvian marching powder.
2015, Kevin Maher, Last Night on Earth