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saturday was the best fun i've had in aages. but bloody hell, do the weirdos come out in charing cross at night...?! standing outside the astoria at 5 past 10 and i was surrounded by 3 strange men and a drunk woman who kept shouting at people she didn't know. we officially made the most mess of the whole place. cue evil looks from the cleaning squad [which are called the flying crew, apparently?]. the whole pavement was a massive pile of milk/cream/frappuccino/twiglets/crumbs/sugar/salt/pepper/napkins. writing 'david is a homo' in stolen mcdonalds sugar was worth it though. can we say 'big art attack'? the whole walking around oxford street/charing cross road/tottenham court road for half an hour looking for a toilet could have been avoided, buuuut meeting buddhist man in a skirt definately made up for it. all together now - HARI HARI. HARI KRISHNA. HARIBO! plus met a welsh girl called gina. bit of luck, really. otherwise would've spent the last quarter of simple plan all on my lonesome at the astoria bar. my one regret of the evening was not shouting at/hitting/pouring water over the pre-teen skanks behind us. they clearly didn't understand ANYTHING or they wouldn't have spent the whole time with their elbows digging into my shoulder/back. now i'm officially ipod-less and it's really quite worrying how much i rely on it. i've had to use my...cds [i know, ew?!]. i pretty much love shell loads and loads. and i also love mc lars.
loads of fun.
loads of fun.