I feel this point can't be emphasised strongly enough.
Ps, make sure you get cash up front.
Libellous.
You forfeit your match ticket price when you abandoned me in Newcastle. "I'll pick you up tomorrow", he says, before a 7AM text excuse involving a grandmother.
And I really wanted to hear more bellicose hubristic chat about (on the balance of interpretation) fictional conquests of women and orifice selection, so it was a doubly hurtful ditch.