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The much anticipated Bristol/Anja trip! Excited. Eight weeks since I last saw Anja in person.
Wednesday 4:30 am, on my way to a bus to the airport. The adventure begins! Saw the sunrise over the clouds from the plane window. Stunning. Kind of annoyed at all the business-types being so impassive about it all. I've watched a sunset from high above once before, back when I was skydiving. Shadows filling up the hollows behind hills like a thick dark liquid, while I was falling down into it.
10:30 am. Back to sleep, but in a new place. Haircut-wise, I blend in pretty well with the many lesbians I am to meet on this Jaunt.
Middayish. Why is there a picture of Lou Firefish in the UWE art school? Small world.
Lunch is a good excuse to start my plan for the Wednesday, which is to get absurdly drunk. This is not the first pitcher of the day, and far from the last.
Colourful.
Large photos, which don't really advance the storytelling without explanation. I just hate it when pages load quickly and smoothly, don't you?
Does anyone reading this not know Anja? Here she is. She is good.
Wednesday night was spent with a very large, and I mean really very large,
bottle of rum, ham and cheese toasties and a couple of films. The Bristol 'scene' is explained to me, the lack of change in the Belfast 'scene' is explained to her. Toasts are dedicated to John "Good" Quinn.
Thursday inevitably picks up where Wednesday left off.
Rum, "herbal dietary supplements" from a Rastafarian shop, and The Interwebs. An enjoyable combination, we end up downloading a whole lot of Girls Aloud videos on my phone.
Off for gay Thursday. First the silly-camp-sounding Pineapple (downstairs Mynt-esque) and then the delighfully-twee-sounding Queen's Shilling (upstairs Mynt-esque, except with people there).
Helen from a long-ago Big Brother was there, we stalked her relentlessly.
*Welsh accent, with extra drunkenness* "But I'm not a lesbian! I'm straight!" Heartbreaker.
We had dinosaur stickers from last Saturday's Guardian. Cue many confused faces when we say things like "You must be a Stegosaurus" and stick it on to them. Poor Velociraptor girl tho, I think I might have really offended her. I only meant that she's a sharp-clawed predator...
Friday started out with the usual jaunts and cocktails, but by early evening descended into the indescribable. Get a bus to an out of town shopping centre, buy a bottle of water, go back home. People must have been worrying about the two fragile-looking indies. Fido Dido was the only thing that made sense. Friday was an early night.
Saturday morning was a wee bit sore, but not too sore to wonder at why in the world this building needs so many chimneys :
Honestly, that's just greedy.
Sitting next to none other than Ciaran Deadmeat on the flight home. Small small world.
Yawn. Goodtimes were had, anyway, if you want to summarise in three words.
Wednesday 4:30 am, on my way to a bus to the airport. The adventure begins! Saw the sunrise over the clouds from the plane window. Stunning. Kind of annoyed at all the business-types being so impassive about it all. I've watched a sunset from high above once before, back when I was skydiving. Shadows filling up the hollows behind hills like a thick dark liquid, while I was falling down into it.
10:30 am. Back to sleep, but in a new place. Haircut-wise, I blend in pretty well with the many lesbians I am to meet on this Jaunt.
Middayish. Why is there a picture of Lou Firefish in the UWE art school? Small world.
Lunch is a good excuse to start my plan for the Wednesday, which is to get absurdly drunk. This is not the first pitcher of the day, and far from the last.
Colourful.
Large photos, which don't really advance the storytelling without explanation. I just hate it when pages load quickly and smoothly, don't you?
Does anyone reading this not know Anja? Here she is. She is good.
Wednesday night was spent with a very large, and I mean really very large,
bottle of rum, ham and cheese toasties and a couple of films. The Bristol 'scene' is explained to me, the lack of change in the Belfast 'scene' is explained to her. Toasts are dedicated to John "Good" Quinn.
Thursday inevitably picks up where Wednesday left off.
Rum, "herbal dietary supplements" from a Rastafarian shop, and The Interwebs. An enjoyable combination, we end up downloading a whole lot of Girls Aloud videos on my phone.
Off for gay Thursday. First the silly-camp-sounding Pineapple (downstairs Mynt-esque) and then the delighfully-twee-sounding Queen's Shilling (upstairs Mynt-esque, except with people there).
Helen from a long-ago Big Brother was there, we stalked her relentlessly.
*Welsh accent, with extra drunkenness* "But I'm not a lesbian! I'm straight!" Heartbreaker.
We had dinosaur stickers from last Saturday's Guardian. Cue many confused faces when we say things like "You must be a Stegosaurus" and stick it on to them. Poor Velociraptor girl tho, I think I might have really offended her. I only meant that she's a sharp-clawed predator...
Friday started out with the usual jaunts and cocktails, but by early evening descended into the indescribable. Get a bus to an out of town shopping centre, buy a bottle of water, go back home. People must have been worrying about the two fragile-looking indies. Fido Dido was the only thing that made sense. Friday was an early night.
Saturday morning was a wee bit sore, but not too sore to wonder at why in the world this building needs so many chimneys :
Honestly, that's just greedy.
Sitting next to none other than Ciaran Deadmeat on the flight home. Small small world.
Yawn. Goodtimes were had, anyway, if you want to summarise in three words.