Fallen

Right. Let’s start on Friday. GS, IND, PND, NZA and myself went to the local *private* park for a picnic. Friday was lovely and sunny, and we brought some wine to drink in the sun. And we took my frisbee. I have never had so much fun. Playing frisbee is the new sex.
When we left the park my memory starts getting hazy. Let’s just say that I think I had a wonderful, if very expensive, time. I made some new friends and ensured the friendship of the existing ones. My carpet was soaked when I woke up on Saturday morning, but nothing was broken, despite the continual avalanches of cd’s and books that kept occurring.
On Saturday I went to Reading to see Hermano’s new flat. Is very nice. Went into the town in the evening, and had the best time avoiding Tilehurst scum wanting to beat us up on the walk back to the flat.
An example of a typical conversation heard in Reading between 11.30pm and 2.30am: “I’m fucking pissed mate. Let’s grab a taxi back to Tilehurst and bash someone.” (Tilehurst is an area of Reading; a “suburb” if you will).
Went to my mum’s on Sunday, ate some Cauldron Foods sausages. I love being vegetarian.
Came home on Sunday.