I am pooped. i spent 3 hours on a train last night. slept in a reclining chair with a very bad case of cramp and spent another three hours on a train today. I went to Nottinghamand back for the third party in as many weekends. i did take photos this time.
It were bloody fun. Tracy (Daves missus) had some of her old uni friends up from london for the party. All have MSc's in astro-physics. All bloody nice people. Dave's band mates were there also. The whole deal was kind of a belated house warming party, offset by the vivid cacophony that was bonfire night...
Look out for the louis theroux looky likey. He even carried himself like louis theroux. I called him louis all night.
I also took a picture of the wrong coloured house on daves street. it plain old dont look right.
I've had a proper good time over the last 3 weekends. i've pretty much seen all of my friends at one function or another. Im full up on soul food...
5 comments:
But . . . you don't look quite the same . . . not even like you did before!
Even James S . . not the same?
Apart from that, looks like a hot night!
whu?who?
RE: photos
But you look so thin . . . real thin like. How people change.
With love,
Memory lane
if yer on about me personally; i aint in any of these photos. neither is james for that matter. i can see were you may be mistaken tho...
Not those ones . . . the other ones - the birthday party. Very interesting. . .
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