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| Brain Cell Adventure Bit! |
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| 18/6/04 - the "Green Witch" adventure |
| It was Friday night and braincells Mark, Lucy, Becky and I decided it was time we checked out Lucy's new place of residence...by "new" I mean she moved in about a year ago but we hadn't bothered to visit - we're nice like that! A few pints in the pub beforehand and we were off to a wonderful place known as "Lewisham"...by "wonderful" i mean shit. Lewisham is the kind of place you'd see a burberry shirt wearing skinhead lay into a disabled guy for "looking at him funny" (true story!) - Lewisham is nice like that! Anyway, we arrived at the Lucy's place tired, weary and hungry from the travelling (even though Lucy drove us there) and began to slowly eat Lucy out of house and home, especially Becky who shamelessly ate all the biscuits. Did I mention she was evil? |
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| After finishing all of Lucy's fine vintage biscuitage (and exhausting all the comical applications of said beverages) we teased Mark mercilessly over his ridiculously over-sized hands and his whole world collapsed around him. It was quite funny for the rest of us though. Becky, being a rampant alcoholic, polished off the disgusting screw-top wine purchased earlier and I finished the vodka from one of Lucy's interesting assortment of tasteful mugs. We were ready to hit the town! (Becky had just come back from holiday, cant you tell by her impressive tan?) |
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| On the way to Greenwich from Lewisham, we decided to call that old poof Ciaran whom had deemed our little trip un-worthy of his presence. Things got a bit silly, and I think I told him I hated and despised him or something similarly light-hearted. To be honest, I can't really remember - alcohol seems to have that effect on me...I hope he didn't take it too seriously. ANYWAY, we caught our bus to the station where we then caught the fancy driver-less DLR. Lucy wanted to go to the front because apparently it is like "being on a roller coaster"... pretty lame roller coaster if you ask me! I'd compare it to other slightly less exciting things like - walking quickly, or jogging on the spot. |
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| We finally made it to Greenwich, and hit the first pub we could find - WETHERSPOONS!...great Here we met two random people who couldn't speak English, so I did what anyone would do - I took their picture! That is surely something worth documenting. They seemed nice enough but for all we know they could have been plotting an intricate kidnapping or flid uprising or something. Before long we moved on... Next we hit the top celeb hangout (where Lucy works) - The Admiral...or something like that. All through the night I never got bored of overhearing phone conversations that always included the phrase "I'm up the admiral" at some point or another. Whilst we were "up the admiral" we supped from his foamy taps, and enjoyed lively hubub of conversation in his "front garden"...I think i have sucessfully drained all the humour out of that...I'll move on. Oh and we also met Lucy's friend Quasimodo - at least i think thats what his name was...It also could have been Luke. Also, a guest appearance was made by brain cell Jo! |
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| The night progressed and we visited a wine bar nearby, but from here on things were a complete blur - as the accuracy of the picture to the right shows. I have honestly have no idea what I was trying to photograph, or why the whole place seems to be built on a 45 degree slant... We made our way back to Lucy's and the night ended the way every good night before it has - Mark passed out. |
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| click to see more pictures of the adventure! |
| Becky is evil |
| things to do with biscuits #134: make crumbley replacement nipples |
| Mark's world collapsed around him |
| drinking neat vodka from a mug gives me a certain air of sophistication |
| Mark used "naughty words" |
| foreigners: not to be trusted |
| Jo had just noticed Mark's HUGE HANDS |
| Quasi...Luke? |
| club "45 degrees" was popular, if not a little impractical |
| Mark: "all tuckered out" |