It’s 2am in Nottingham
And we all had the strangest yearning
Let’s go to Sapna’s for a curry
Now my poor old arse is burning
Just ten minutes in the Cookie Club
And soon our fate was sealed
Chutney’s was closed, back down St James
To Sapna’s charms we must yield
Lager brings about amnesia
As I’m sure I’ve been here before
Writing almost these very words
On a uni cubicle door!
Goddammit 
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