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Complete madness.
Friday night, left home and got to town at about 6.30 - sat on the Close and juggled on my own for a while. Met Fi, went to the Victory; drinking ensued, bumped into Harry, Becky, Laura etc, then went to the Barrels; drinking ensued. Stayed at the Barrels from light until darkness, chatted and caught up with everyones half term activities. So far so madness free.
Went back to Holly's with Fi and JJ in her parents landrover. Madness ensues - before we even get to the landrover in fact.
Holly's house. It's a horse place. House. There is much wine. Drinking ensues. Holly's parents depart eventually, and we get on with the serious business of getting plastered, and being mad. A walk with the dog, one baseball bat, one cricket bat, a bottle of wine, a drunken Fi, who I have to drag most of the way. Back to the house. Cheese on toast? I think so. Another walk. More sober this time. Up a hill, getting light, through some manic woods, sitting down; buried in grass, watch the sun come up.
Other various things happened, but that's the gist.
Holly's house in the morning. Sunny. Her crazy nephew. Tractors, plastic, animals, farm things.
Food! Aceeee
Landrover rideeeeeeee yeah.
At about 3, Will appears with Joe in his landrover, the back filled with sofa, and Rob and Chris who I now know. We drive off to chickenstock. Huzzah.
Chickenstock was something I knew little about - a 1 day mini-festival / party. Very small. Only a couple of hundred people. Stage. Whole pig being roasted. We get the sofas out, write our names on them, and laze around throughout the baking afternoon, punctuated by spots (hot knifes...) or bouts of juggling / poi / frisby / contact juggling.
I meet some people - Tim's paintball gang and all. Nice guys.
So hot. blazing baking aching sun.
Tim turns up. In short shorts. And a vietnamese peasant hat.
He was meant to take me home at midnight, so I could actually sleep and revise for maths FP2 on tuesday - probably my hardest exam. I'm very very underprepared.
Tim loses his car keys. Probably fly out of his pocket during a great frisby dive.
We search, in a police line, in vain. We're staying the night.
Bands play, things are eaten, drink and drugs ensue.
We do some fire juggling and breathing after the main bands, with some DJs and it turns into a rave. Pretty cool. The rest of the night was madness. Rob and Chris, in inflatable clown suits, very fucked, everywhere at once. Everyone else in some stage of inebriation. Apart from Tim. Fire breathing everywhere. Mad paraffin drenched people. No accidents.
Tim, Joe and I take the mattress to the back of Will's landrover with a blanket and squeeze in, top and tail, tim in the middle. Surprisingly warm and comfortable.
Not total carnage the next morning. Lush sunshine again. Bits of pig everywhere. Someone played drums for 5 hours starting at 5 in the morning. I didn't hear.
Pack away all the crap in the landrover again. Rob and Chris, very hungover, drop me back in Hereford. I visit Alice and enjoy talking to her, then Dad arrives and I drive home.
It's 4 o'clock. 1 day and the remains of today to revise.
Really tired. Smelly, covered in soot, paraffin. My arms seem very close to my head at this moment. Depth perception a little shaky.
Other things happened.
Really Excellent weekend.
My birthday on thursday. Feels about the same.
Friday night, left home and got to town at about 6.30 - sat on the Close and juggled on my own for a while. Met Fi, went to the Victory; drinking ensued, bumped into Harry, Becky, Laura etc, then went to the Barrels; drinking ensued. Stayed at the Barrels from light until darkness, chatted and caught up with everyones half term activities. So far so madness free.
Went back to Holly's with Fi and JJ in her parents landrover. Madness ensues - before we even get to the landrover in fact.
Holly's house. It's a horse place. House. There is much wine. Drinking ensues. Holly's parents depart eventually, and we get on with the serious business of getting plastered, and being mad. A walk with the dog, one baseball bat, one cricket bat, a bottle of wine, a drunken Fi, who I have to drag most of the way. Back to the house. Cheese on toast? I think so. Another walk. More sober this time. Up a hill, getting light, through some manic woods, sitting down; buried in grass, watch the sun come up.
Other various things happened, but that's the gist.
Holly's house in the morning. Sunny. Her crazy nephew. Tractors, plastic, animals, farm things.
Food! Aceeee
Landrover rideeeeeeee yeah.
At about 3, Will appears with Joe in his landrover, the back filled with sofa, and Rob and Chris who I now know. We drive off to chickenstock. Huzzah.
Chickenstock was something I knew little about - a 1 day mini-festival / party. Very small. Only a couple of hundred people. Stage. Whole pig being roasted. We get the sofas out, write our names on them, and laze around throughout the baking afternoon, punctuated by spots (hot knifes...) or bouts of juggling / poi / frisby / contact juggling.
I meet some people - Tim's paintball gang and all. Nice guys.
So hot. blazing baking aching sun.
Tim turns up. In short shorts. And a vietnamese peasant hat.
He was meant to take me home at midnight, so I could actually sleep and revise for maths FP2 on tuesday - probably my hardest exam. I'm very very underprepared.
Tim loses his car keys. Probably fly out of his pocket during a great frisby dive.
We search, in a police line, in vain. We're staying the night.
Bands play, things are eaten, drink and drugs ensue.
We do some fire juggling and breathing after the main bands, with some DJs and it turns into a rave. Pretty cool. The rest of the night was madness. Rob and Chris, in inflatable clown suits, very fucked, everywhere at once. Everyone else in some stage of inebriation. Apart from Tim. Fire breathing everywhere. Mad paraffin drenched people. No accidents.
Tim, Joe and I take the mattress to the back of Will's landrover with a blanket and squeeze in, top and tail, tim in the middle. Surprisingly warm and comfortable.
Not total carnage the next morning. Lush sunshine again. Bits of pig everywhere. Someone played drums for 5 hours starting at 5 in the morning. I didn't hear.
Pack away all the crap in the landrover again. Rob and Chris, very hungover, drop me back in Hereford. I visit Alice and enjoy talking to her, then Dad arrives and I drive home.
It's 4 o'clock. 1 day and the remains of today to revise.
Really tired. Smelly, covered in soot, paraffin. My arms seem very close to my head at this moment. Depth perception a little shaky.
Other things happened.
Really Excellent weekend.
My birthday on thursday. Feels about the same.