Harry and I went for a wander to find out what Sheffield Uni had to offer, we stumbled upon what I can only believe to be the Sheffield University's Bed Wetters Society. They were all sat about in this cafe playing on guitars and singing songs of hardship and shame of having the inabilty to keep the bed dry. It nearly brought a tear to my eye, but I told my self I wouldnt cry for these unichs. Needless to say we got the fuck out of there before we were asked to share stories of our adventures into the world of wet beds and played a rock and roll show.
We played with Baddies who I've been told are really good but we didnt stick around to find out.

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