rosencratz

there is something i enjoy about hangover days! cheese on toast, television,calexico,coca cola,
last night through till this afternoon was the big night of the summer, The cross central thing. Jesus wept it was a town full of zombies its fair to assume that just about everyone was lost on something. Grace Jones is a supreme being and certainly something i'm glad to have seen. We got hold of some messy strong pills and it not right to ever try and explain a night like that without all the detail ever. So I'll be brief, glimmer twins were shit hot very bassy and dirty everyone was good,really clever djs felix de housecat throwing smells like teen spirit, i thought my head was going to pop steam was coming out of my ears and lasers from my eyes otherwise i could go into a list of shit hot djs and messy dancing and stupid faces but whats the point? good bits, walking and talking with emma throughout the kings cross frieght depot. Chatting with a fierce keen ness about the ashes test seris with an austrlalian. The bus at 6:30 as the pills wore thin,smoking skunk at lee's place and a long hectic walk getting no where through southwark and getting a cab to emmas where the thames has never looked to pretty. what a treat it is to walk through london that early on a bank holiday there is no traffic but sunshine and jesus i was stoned beyond the lot. Got 3 hours sleep and cme home for about 3 or 4, since then done nothing!

working In the cow tomorrow morning I 'd go to sleep if i could!