Spotted...

Noooo! You've given away my real name! Now the internets can hunt me down and hand me over to 'the man'. Time for a swift exit, before I am harassed by whatever web-based loser gives a shitty fuck about some media punk shoreditch twat with bad tattoos.

I'll check you on trick night mate. Maybe picnic tomorrow.

Indeedy, catch up with you soon dude.