Hello! It's been a lovely weekend, weatherwise. On friday i ventured into Streetly, somewhere in the wilds of northerly Birmingham, to go to GS's house. We had eggs thrown at us, but none hit (reminds me of the snowball incident). Think of it this way: the little twats had to go to the shop to buy those eggs. Imagine them in the shop, buying eggs to throw at people from a moving vehicle.Hermano and me had eggs thrown at us coming back from seeing Ipswich play Wolverhampton. One of them hit.
On saturday we had to go into town to buy train tickets to get to Rye for All Tomorrow's Parties (about three weeks i think). Afterwards me, GS and the NZA went and sat in Cannon Hill Park for three or four hours, with the occassional visit to H and C who were working in the Mac.
We had to buy a new frisbee cos mine was still round at IND's (from when he borrowed it to go to the Malverns and stopped in Kings Heath). Here's us:
In the evening we (NZA, IND, PND, C, H and (a new set of initials to confuse you) LJ) met a couple of friends (no initials) at a pub, then came back to mine, where HM1, girlfriend of HM1 and the Dior Prefect were still up. At some point it was decided to go to an allegedly illegal party. H and C didn't go, cos they're working today. When we arrived at the place, it turned out it wasn't the squat it was meant to be, but a local Islamic Education centre. It was fairly odd, the atmosphere seemed really bad to me. There were loads of pretty dodgy people around, and, according to PND, i got the fear.
IND thought someone had nicked his jacket, and was actually in tears over it. But then he found it where he had left it. He's a teacher so likes to 'have it large' during the holidays.
Left there about 6, left IND in there cos he was still dancing (in his jacket), and walked the short walk home with PND and NZA, constantly checking that we weren't being followed.
I've been wearing my sandels all day; well, since i got up. I can't wait for summer.
Speak soon x
On saturday we had to go into town to buy train tickets to get to Rye for All Tomorrow's Parties (about three weeks i think). Afterwards me, GS and the NZA went and sat in Cannon Hill Park for three or four hours, with the occassional visit to H and C who were working in the Mac.
We had to buy a new frisbee cos mine was still round at IND's (from when he borrowed it to go to the Malverns and stopped in Kings Heath). Here's us:
In the evening we (NZA, IND, PND, C, H and (a new set of initials to confuse you) LJ) met a couple of friends (no initials) at a pub, then came back to mine, where HM1, girlfriend of HM1 and the Dior Prefect were still up. At some point it was decided to go to an allegedly illegal party. H and C didn't go, cos they're working today. When we arrived at the place, it turned out it wasn't the squat it was meant to be, but a local Islamic Education centre. It was fairly odd, the atmosphere seemed really bad to me. There were loads of pretty dodgy people around, and, according to PND, i got the fear.
IND thought someone had nicked his jacket, and was actually in tears over it. But then he found it where he had left it. He's a teacher so likes to 'have it large' during the holidays.
Left there about 6, left IND in there cos he was still dancing (in his jacket), and walked the short walk home with PND and NZA, constantly checking that we weren't being followed.
I've been wearing my sandels all day; well, since i got up. I can't wait for summer.
Speak soon x
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