touching down in about two hours in rainy old blighty. I'm assuming it
will be raining, it is august bank holiday after all.
The flight home has been somewhat better than the one out. I had a tv
and I'm not freezing cold so that's already a million times better.
So for the past few days I've just been mincing about during the day
and mainly hanging out with Abbie in the evenings, with a hint of Tami
and ewan thrown in too. Lovely.
I went to a jam starting at Hastings yesterday which was pretty well
attended. It was like an all day street jam thing but I had to get off
early to sort my shit out.
Popped in to 3ride the other day too and caught up with sam lowe and
got a lift downtown with him and kym grosser who also works there. His
tired old truck konked out on the way over a single carriage way road
bridge in rush hour, with the sound of engine parts tinkling off down
the road behind us. Me and kym tried to push this thing, but the
bridge goes up hill before it goes down, and we weren't exactly near
the top. Still I'm sure it looked funny to the oncoming traffic, maybe
not so funny to all those commuters stuck behind in gridlock. The
people following us were nice enough to shove us over the crest with
their car. Thanks general public.
I've decided that no knee pads are a bad idea after my last Hastings
mishap. If the grazes weren't bad enough they are so bruised I can't
even kneel down. This meant that when I was packing my bag I had to
just sit on the floor and shuffle around on my bum. Abs told me that
chicks dig scars though, which I suppose is a slight bonus. I'm not
sure if chicks dig gooey sore looking wounds though.
Anyway i'm about to get my land on so I need to turn This phone
contraption off. In a bit yeah?
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