“Raving”
Behave Jack, the closest you’ve been to a rave is hearing absolute radio 90s playing in Waitrose while stocking up on your Charlie Binghams.
Yeah I have to say this is the sort of shit that does make me feel a tiny bit sorry for younger Jack. She really doesn’t
know what a rave is. I was a massively awkward teenager/early-twenties-er, and even I got invited to proper raves and to afterparties. (And I bloody well went, would have been rude not to.) If you think a dance event that finishes at midnight is actually a rave, then I feel bad for ya, son.
She so desperately wants to be something she’s never ever been. That is plain sad, no matter how loathsome she is.