I must admit, it is always slightly odd when you go into the bathroom of a club and there's someone there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Waiting for you to get close enough so they can, with ninja-like speed, spray you with eau de toilette that could take the skin off a rhino and charge you for the privilege.
'Dude, that's just rain-water mixed with paraffin! £3-per-puff?'
Anyway, I'm somewhat glad that LRR and the Escapist are so closely intertwined now, as I used to watch them both anyway (that's right, I'm one of those cool kids who liked LRR before you did. No, you will never be able to be this cool).
Keep if up, chaps.