I literally have no idea what that means, but it’s great that some cider-guzzling tramp had a good go at explaining it to me.
If ‘now’ is a good time, what about that good time I had several years ago after one too many margaritas when I jumped into a bin in St John’s Wood High Street with my pants on my head? Why is now a better time than that?
Answers on a postcard.
UPDATE: Apparently last September was also a good time…