Another hectic weekend
Wahoo wahoo! I am loving my life of busy weeks and even busier weekends. 4 proper adventures a month, it's great (beats going to unit or lennons every saturday anyway).
This weekend kicked off with boozyloozy at Rach's. Always nice cos she has a massive garden and a pool table etc etc. Here, Max informed me what he was going to Leeds the next day to visit Clare. It was decided that I would go too.
So after spending an obscene amount of money on getting my hair done, I ventured unto Leeds and met up with the goup of funsters for a day at Unity festival in Hyde Park. We mostly sat around drinking and did a little dancing, and then Forward Russia played which made me ever-so happy. I also bumped into Simon Iliketrains and Mido Josephs Well which was for treats. Then I had some strange orange pills which made me even happier - all legal I might add (I think). Max and I positioned ourselves on a sofa outside one of clares friends house and proceeded to meet and greet many exciting and wonderful people whilst drinking cocktails of lambrini and grappa. An apple fell from the tree above and landed on my head. After discovering gravity, I came to realise that the apple was my life and took good care of it all night.
A little later, the evening took a turn for the more bizarre when a vicky-pollard sort and her 12 year old daughter came up and started shouting at Alex saying 'you're a lady. look at her, she's a lady, not like my daughter, ere Dielle, you'll never be like this'. The next few hours were spent with Max and I firstly, convincing her that bottling some guy in front of her daughter just cos he was black wasn't a good idea, trying to tell her that at 4am on a saturday night her 12 year old daughter should be in bed, that mummy and daddy don't do everything for us, and that her son wanting to be a police man didn't mean he was a "puff". She managed to show her narrow mindedness in many ways with prejudices against class, race, and sexuality (offensive all the more as Max is gay) and generally proved to be a nob. At one point she pissed behind the sofa - it was the longest, most embarrassing piss in the world. At another point, some scabby goth and her boyfriend walked past and stopped to talk to us - the scabby goth as clearly on the edge, but Lorrain (chav woman) forces some grappa on her. The result was scabby goth being sick on the wall for about 10 minutes. The conversation was quite interesting/infuriating, but then by 6am she wouldn't bloody leave so this guy called Tim, who had been sitting with us for some time, invited us back to his. We had to give the woman the grappa and run to get away.
We eventally got back to Clares at about 10am to go to bed. Clare was back at the other house so I got a bed - woo. Slept till 4pm and have been feeling very, very ill ever since.
Having barely eaten for 2 days, I am now rather ravinous and cannot wait for lunchtime. Hurrah hurrah fun!
This weekend kicked off with boozyloozy at Rach's. Always nice cos she has a massive garden and a pool table etc etc. Here, Max informed me what he was going to Leeds the next day to visit Clare. It was decided that I would go too.
So after spending an obscene amount of money on getting my hair done, I ventured unto Leeds and met up with the goup of funsters for a day at Unity festival in Hyde Park. We mostly sat around drinking and did a little dancing, and then Forward Russia played which made me ever-so happy. I also bumped into Simon Iliketrains and Mido Josephs Well which was for treats. Then I had some strange orange pills which made me even happier - all legal I might add (I think). Max and I positioned ourselves on a sofa outside one of clares friends house and proceeded to meet and greet many exciting and wonderful people whilst drinking cocktails of lambrini and grappa. An apple fell from the tree above and landed on my head. After discovering gravity, I came to realise that the apple was my life and took good care of it all night.
A little later, the evening took a turn for the more bizarre when a vicky-pollard sort and her 12 year old daughter came up and started shouting at Alex saying 'you're a lady. look at her, she's a lady, not like my daughter, ere Dielle, you'll never be like this'. The next few hours were spent with Max and I firstly, convincing her that bottling some guy in front of her daughter just cos he was black wasn't a good idea, trying to tell her that at 4am on a saturday night her 12 year old daughter should be in bed, that mummy and daddy don't do everything for us, and that her son wanting to be a police man didn't mean he was a "puff". She managed to show her narrow mindedness in many ways with prejudices against class, race, and sexuality (offensive all the more as Max is gay) and generally proved to be a nob. At one point she pissed behind the sofa - it was the longest, most embarrassing piss in the world. At another point, some scabby goth and her boyfriend walked past and stopped to talk to us - the scabby goth as clearly on the edge, but Lorrain (chav woman) forces some grappa on her. The result was scabby goth being sick on the wall for about 10 minutes. The conversation was quite interesting/infuriating, but then by 6am she wouldn't bloody leave so this guy called Tim, who had been sitting with us for some time, invited us back to his. We had to give the woman the grappa and run to get away.
We eventally got back to Clares at about 10am to go to bed. Clare was back at the other house so I got a bed - woo. Slept till 4pm and have been feeling very, very ill ever since.
Having barely eaten for 2 days, I am now rather ravinous and cannot wait for lunchtime. Hurrah hurrah fun!