Having endured Andy's whining and the hectic Sunday traffic across London, we got there around 13:30. And I STILL had to put money on the van. I think it's high time I compile all my receipts of expenses so far to present to Haze tomorrow, it's well into the hundred pound mark.
Not only that, but I seriously outdid myself with my parallel parking of the van into the only space available. This was accomplished with a 127 point turn, but I did it AND I didn't hit the curb nor cars in front or behind. Seriously, there's about a foot to spare on either end.
We checked in and I moseyed into Croydon centre where apart from a fire in a pub (well supposedly as everyone was on the street and there were fire engines outside, seems there can be fire without smoke) not much seemed to be out of the norm. But I went and got me a new iphone. Having had to rely on everyone else's phone for the van trips, this urge to be self-sufficient promped me.
Professor sent a Facebook message about meeting at 8:00 but the more I think about it, the more I feel I should be really vigilant and only have a couple, if any, because of the drive tomorrow morning across London to meet with Haze before the tube journey up to the west end. But I'll decide later..
I got back to the travelodge after seeing on the bbc that Swansea were down 2-0 after less than 30 mins played (which set my mood up lovely) to find a load of loose change (as opposes to loose stools) in the toilet. The phrase I often use, "shitting money" as in, "ever since Paris Hilton sucked someone's dick on the internet, she's been shitting money!" can be literally used here. Who's shit (or money) it is exactly remains to be seen. I would have to assume it's Daniel, one of the lighting techs, whom I'm sharing with momentarily.
I went down to the bar around 18:00 hours to try and activate my new phone when professor walks in and offers me a beer, OKAY!! Didn't have to twist THAT arm!
Shortly after Doug and a few other turn up. Namely Steph 2 (aerialist) Zoe (singer) Matt Angelow (bass! but I think you know that already) Sergei (Russian wobbly wobbler) Vitali (Russian twisty bastard) and Micaela (sword balancer and Sergei's wife) a load of Apple Sourz shots later and it was into the town. Not before Doug manages to get my phone and take THIS picture.
Doug's arse, yesterday
In town, Sam met with a load of his friends who seemed a little perplexed at us lot. More so Doug, who while pissed up, goes into extra camp/gay mode, and this was no exception. He managed to make to naturally heterosexual men feel somewhat confused about being second best in his attraction stakes. The first, who he said he'd like to have a relationship with felt a little put out that his brother was more attractive. His brother, thinking, why am I just good enough for a fuck?!
Shortly after, feeling pissed already and with the thought of having to get up at 8:00, YES to put a ticket on the Van, left and went home. I wasn't really enjoying, my mind was preoccupied with my playing seemingly getting worse as the tour goes on and having to deal with 12 or more hungover bastards the following morning, if I can get them all out of bed that is.
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