It’s late January. Your pal calls you up like: ‘HEY. I haven’t seen you since the trees lost their leaves. Time to shave off that winter pelt and get back on the scene!’ All of a sudden dormant memories of bangin’ hot bods on raging dance floors resurface. A distant yearning for the possibilities of nocturnal, substance-fuelled debauchery takes hold. 

But at that very second, a cacophony of soporific voices emerges from beneath the bed, whispering sweet nothings to you. It’s that wicked stash of assorted snacks and fine wine committed entirely to keeping you bed bound, preemptively put in place pre-hibernation. 

WHAT TO DO?

Bedauchery could either help you transcend the sweet anguish of choice or plunge you further into indecision. Entirely up to you. Tunes range from mild move-busters to beloved classics for sipping wine and wasting time.