My car is leaving me a week today, the last of my saleable things are on ebay, I've had all the jabs I can - I just have to sort out my Malaria pills and I'm good to go...
This weekend gone by, I said goodbye to friends of old from my C&E days in old stylee - drinks at the Pocock (Gravesend) followed by Nightshades or Barcode (I always forget the name of this place - I just know it as the place where once, so many of us sat on the same chair - it was flattened, the bouncer charged us £10 then threw us all out). It was great meeting up with everyone and I was relieved to have a pretty clear nog upon waking
up Saturday morning. I dashed back to Essex, washed my car for possibly the last time and then gathered some stuff to take to Ipswich for night 2 of my penultimate UK weekender.I got to Carl & Gils at about 4pm and started drinking while we all watched Ong Bak. By 9pm, we'd played some Pro Evo Soccer, eaten a lot of Chinese food, drunk more beer and ordered cabs to take us to a Vodka bar situated at some kind of boatyard (this is about as much as I can recall, it was dark). By about 11 and after more beers and 3 slightly dubious shooters, it was time to move on; the Corn Exchange was next. After discovering an Indie room - I was set for the rest of my night. I was not seen jumping like a fool to any Charlatans, Hard-Fi or The Music. No.
A whole bunch more Jack & Cokes later, we stumbled home before playing guitar, bongo's and singing (massacaring) Foxy Lady, Fool's Gold and other great songs of old... 5.15am (ish) I dropped my head. I awoke, and naturally went for a jump on the trampoline - it would've been very rude not to. I think this is where my headache came from, trampolines always do that to me...
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