2010, I was pregnant so completely sober, me and my not pregnant, so completely wasted, sister got bored watching Gorillaz and bimbled to Shangri-la. First thing we went into was the Pig Faced Geisha bar where on stage was a man in white vest and shorts, blond wig, depicting the "Boris Johnson Sex Olympics" (for the youngsters he won London Mayor before 2012).
It is the opposite of memory fuckage, I wish it wasn't real but it haunts my dreams.