"weeeeey!"
The last 48 hours have been some of the most action packed in my existance, it was like a 24 episode with the real-time minute by minute action.
I've spent the last 7 days at Dananangu's establishment in Cornwall and we had awesome times with the fine slag Ant as well. Cricket on the beach, weey! The last day though was the most brilliant so much so that it's hard to talk about the rest of the trip.I would write about it, but Dan did an already awesome job here. I laughed so hard just reading that again.
So that epic friday was filled with Flambards, bowling, pool and Chinese restuarant. It was really quite funny how me and Dan kept asking the waitresses over to either drink with us or reveal a little more about their east asian roots. We went to sleep about 2am that night, me and Ant were constantly laughing at Dan's corpse and how only a couple hours ago he was pulling off epic moves. It was set off the most when we put Dan on teh couch to sleep and he rolled straight off to the floor and started snoring like a rhino. Me and Ant at that point just died and then took random battyboy looking pictures of us smiling with our arms over each other. At 7am I woke up from the laughter from downstairs. Dan slept all night on the floor and Ant was on teh coach next to him, they woke up at the smae time and then Ant told Dan everything that had happened the previous night, much to Dan's amazement, I had to go downstairs and join in on the stories.
So that was on 5 hours sleep, felt quite knackered and I departed at 11:30am after pretty much reliving the previous night over and over until I left. I was kinda sad to leave the peace and chilled out place that was Penryn and Falmouth. It was such a suave break meditative break from the gradually increasing stress and tension of London. So then quite exhausted from the adventures of the previous night it took me until 7:30pm to arrive back home in East London. Eight hours journey in total was quite destroydering and I threw myself a top my bed in a star shape only to get a call as soon as I threw myself down. Alicia the spanish woman's birthday was that night and she was having a party in Camden and I was invited to go. I was already tired, but I thought 'let's go!' with a Lei from Tekken voice, and grabbed a bottle of wine and left for the venue.
I arrived at 10pm, greeted Alicia, gave the wine and quickly settled in with the crowd about half of them Spanish. It was suave how diverse the people were. Started off chatting to a Chinese estate agent who bought me a drink, then a Canadian who I could tell by his accent was Canadian but I called him American anyways for kicks. This was outside the pub on a lower level which has a basement with a DJ providing a club atmosphere with a path leading outside to a canal right next to it. I then remember going to buy a drink for someone and then this womam from New Zealand behind me saying 'bloody move it! I'll show you how it's done!' in her funny accent and barged through everyone to the bar. I talked to her for a bit and kept thinking of Towns for some reason. Then there was this very attractive woman I got talking to just afterward, I forget her name now but we talked for about an hour, it was suave until I realised the Canadian dude was her boyfriend, and then it was a little less suave. I then got talking to this a Spanish man with the most amazing eyebrows you've ever seen. If you know me, you'd know that my eyebrows are pretty thick but the most amusing thing is that they join in the middle. With this guy, he had the most beefy fat eyebrows going up on his forehead I've ever seen, they didn't even need to join. We got talking about Ojos de Brujo and smoking, and stole his cigarettes saying they were bad for him. We joked for ages and we swapped numbers to keep in touch after the party. Then I got talking to Oriella, another very attractive woman and then the hours flew by as we just talked and talked. It was amazing when we went on a verbal rampage on how american ignorance pisses us off, our memories of watching the WWF and the Undertaker's entrance music when we were younger and Miyazaki's movies, especially Sprited Away. It was suave having immense amounts in common. Then this guy Miguel comes over whispers in my ear and says 'she has a boyfriend' and I confront her with his and she admits saying 'oh it just never came up in our conversation...' and then proceeded to make her way someplace else shyly. After three hours of talking and much flirtacious gestures i'm not so sure she was going to let me in that she had a boyfriend! But whatevers, she eventually hovered back to me and laughed and talked some more. She's going to get my number from Alicia and contact me apparently. I'm not so sure, I think she got all embarassed about the lack of admitting her relationship status and won't, but we'll see.
So after lots of conversing with a million different people that I'm probably forgetting right now we headed to Alicia's place at 3am. Bear in mind at this point I was completely knackered but the train's weren't going to be running until 7am to take me back home. I forgot to think of this before talking to people for ages. So my mission then was to survive the whole night despite having no sleep since I was Cornwall. I enlisted the help of Oriella, Jota, and other Spanish people en route and arrived at Alicia's flat. Her boyfriend a cockney from Hackney, otherwise known as Bongo was the most legend of all time. He started this big jammin improv in her flat, where all the musicians in there picked up their instruments and started jamming on his lead. He could bloody beat box on a flute, I wanted to hump his leg. Not only that but in the space of 10 minutes he played a bass, keyboard, guitar, trumpet and sang, all with major skill. I was falling in love. So I was sitting in her bedroom surrounded by these guys playing spanishy style melodies, it was a great atmosphere, I picked up the bongos at one point and joined in. I didn't feel like I was in London, and that's exactly what's great about the city, you can lose yourself in just how diverse the mix of people are.
All that jammin' lasted 'til 7am when the neighbours knocked on the door all agnryman but we had our fun. I was beyond knackered, 24 hours of being awake having started the first hour in Cornwall. I had a chat with Bongo, the beginning of the conversation being 'I knew I remembered you, you're that that dude in the truck on myspace!' and then finally decided to make my way home now that the trains were back running.
All in all good times, I probably missed a ton of stuff out. I slept from arriving home at 9am until 1pm this afternoon and now I'm keeping myself awake still all haggard-like until sleep in about an hour and continue some sort of adventure tomorrow.
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NO! DON'T!!!
I've spent the last 7 days at Dananangu's establishment in Cornwall and we had awesome times with the fine slag Ant as well. Cricket on the beach, weey! The last day though was the most brilliant so much so that it's hard to talk about the rest of the trip.I would write about it, but Dan did an already awesome job here. I laughed so hard just reading that again.
So that epic friday was filled with Flambards, bowling, pool and Chinese restuarant. It was really quite funny how me and Dan kept asking the waitresses over to either drink with us or reveal a little more about their east asian roots. We went to sleep about 2am that night, me and Ant were constantly laughing at Dan's corpse and how only a couple hours ago he was pulling off epic moves. It was set off the most when we put Dan on teh couch to sleep and he rolled straight off to the floor and started snoring like a rhino. Me and Ant at that point just died and then took random battyboy looking pictures of us smiling with our arms over each other. At 7am I woke up from the laughter from downstairs. Dan slept all night on the floor and Ant was on teh coach next to him, they woke up at the smae time and then Ant told Dan everything that had happened the previous night, much to Dan's amazement, I had to go downstairs and join in on the stories.
So that was on 5 hours sleep, felt quite knackered and I departed at 11:30am after pretty much reliving the previous night over and over until I left. I was kinda sad to leave the peace and chilled out place that was Penryn and Falmouth. It was such a suave break meditative break from the gradually increasing stress and tension of London. So then quite exhausted from the adventures of the previous night it took me until 7:30pm to arrive back home in East London. Eight hours journey in total was quite destroydering and I threw myself a top my bed in a star shape only to get a call as soon as I threw myself down. Alicia the spanish woman's birthday was that night and she was having a party in Camden and I was invited to go. I was already tired, but I thought 'let's go!' with a Lei from Tekken voice, and grabbed a bottle of wine and left for the venue.
I arrived at 10pm, greeted Alicia, gave the wine and quickly settled in with the crowd about half of them Spanish. It was suave how diverse the people were. Started off chatting to a Chinese estate agent who bought me a drink, then a Canadian who I could tell by his accent was Canadian but I called him American anyways for kicks. This was outside the pub on a lower level which has a basement with a DJ providing a club atmosphere with a path leading outside to a canal right next to it. I then remember going to buy a drink for someone and then this womam from New Zealand behind me saying 'bloody move it! I'll show you how it's done!' in her funny accent and barged through everyone to the bar. I talked to her for a bit and kept thinking of Towns for some reason. Then there was this very attractive woman I got talking to just afterward, I forget her name now but we talked for about an hour, it was suave until I realised the Canadian dude was her boyfriend, and then it was a little less suave. I then got talking to this a Spanish man with the most amazing eyebrows you've ever seen. If you know me, you'd know that my eyebrows are pretty thick but the most amusing thing is that they join in the middle. With this guy, he had the most beefy fat eyebrows going up on his forehead I've ever seen, they didn't even need to join. We got talking about Ojos de Brujo and smoking, and stole his cigarettes saying they were bad for him. We joked for ages and we swapped numbers to keep in touch after the party. Then I got talking to Oriella, another very attractive woman and then the hours flew by as we just talked and talked. It was amazing when we went on a verbal rampage on how american ignorance pisses us off, our memories of watching the WWF and the Undertaker's entrance music when we were younger and Miyazaki's movies, especially Sprited Away. It was suave having immense amounts in common. Then this guy Miguel comes over whispers in my ear and says 'she has a boyfriend' and I confront her with his and she admits saying 'oh it just never came up in our conversation...' and then proceeded to make her way someplace else shyly. After three hours of talking and much flirtacious gestures i'm not so sure she was going to let me in that she had a boyfriend! But whatevers, she eventually hovered back to me and laughed and talked some more. She's going to get my number from Alicia and contact me apparently. I'm not so sure, I think she got all embarassed about the lack of admitting her relationship status and won't, but we'll see.
So after lots of conversing with a million different people that I'm probably forgetting right now we headed to Alicia's place at 3am. Bear in mind at this point I was completely knackered but the train's weren't going to be running until 7am to take me back home. I forgot to think of this before talking to people for ages. So my mission then was to survive the whole night despite having no sleep since I was Cornwall. I enlisted the help of Oriella, Jota, and other Spanish people en route and arrived at Alicia's flat. Her boyfriend a cockney from Hackney, otherwise known as Bongo was the most legend of all time. He started this big jammin improv in her flat, where all the musicians in there picked up their instruments and started jamming on his lead. He could bloody beat box on a flute, I wanted to hump his leg. Not only that but in the space of 10 minutes he played a bass, keyboard, guitar, trumpet and sang, all with major skill. I was falling in love. So I was sitting in her bedroom surrounded by these guys playing spanishy style melodies, it was a great atmosphere, I picked up the bongos at one point and joined in. I didn't feel like I was in London, and that's exactly what's great about the city, you can lose yourself in just how diverse the mix of people are.
All that jammin' lasted 'til 7am when the neighbours knocked on the door all agnryman but we had our fun. I was beyond knackered, 24 hours of being awake having started the first hour in Cornwall. I had a chat with Bongo, the beginning of the conversation being 'I knew I remembered you, you're that that dude in the truck on myspace!' and then finally decided to make my way home now that the trains were back running.
All in all good times, I probably missed a ton of stuff out. I slept from arriving home at 9am until 1pm this afternoon and now I'm keeping myself awake still all haggard-like until sleep in about an hour and continue some sort of adventure tomorrow.
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NO! DON'T!!!