Chris Moyles spent New Year’s Eve telling me to ‘get laid’

And my skin is crawling

This is a story about 41-year-old former Radio 1 DJ Chris Moyles and how he ended up telling me to get laid. 

It begins last Thursday, on New Year’s Eve. I woke up, read, thought about buying a dog, looked out of the window, washed, thought about tweeting, tweeted, bought some cigarettes, met a friend, drank, met some more friends, drank on the train, went to a house party, drank champagne, was sprayed with champagne, smoked a cigar someone bought in Tel-Aviv, took some obnoxious snapchats, threw up over the side of a fence, walked to another friend’s house in Peckham, and fell asleep on their sofa.

It was the standard, ambiguous, disappointing in a way that’s hard to give words to New Year’s Eve. Aside from one important detail: 41-year-old former Radio 1 DJ Chris Moyles tweeted me.

He sent me this message (which I have both retweeted and liked, because let’s be honest, this is as good as it’s going to get for me on Twitter):