Lucy Jackson

And it was like this... And its name was Lucy.

Yeah, literally.

And it was like this big, huge, like proper, like Central America... Choose your words.

I've had a couple of Dexys today, guys.

I feel like I'm about to fucking... My jaw's swinging.

It was like a proper, like Central America, like bender party, like full of travellers.

Like everyone was there to fucking let rip.

Everyone's a tourist.

Anyway, so we are there having a grand old time and my boyfriend at the time actually decided to go home, but we'd already booked a transfer for like way later at the night.

So I'm like, I'm fucking staying, mate.

This is fucking unreal.

Nick and I are just gallivanting around doing wild shit.

I remember that night so clearly because it was the only time in the whole time we traveled through Central America that I had to wear a jacket.

That's right.

And it was nice.

It was nice.

And anyway, we get on this bus transfer to go home at like maybe like six o'clock in the morning because it was like light with a driver and then there were like two younger like Guatemalan boys.

That were like taking your money.

Yeah.

And like, you know,