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So yesterday I woke up really early having not slept well. I headed over to Tansley car boot for 8am, bought some stuff and headed home to find my landlord tarting up my back yard, a nice job done too. The next thing I know I’ve got a bunch of friends in my back yard drinking cider and getting on with our usual barmy behaviour. It has been a rather gorgeous weekend indeed.
For the end of the solstice Helen, Sawooki and myself headed for Ashover Rock again, how I always get lost on my way there is beyond me but it’s something I have to accept…
So last night after much deliberation and fannying about we set sail for Stanton Moor, it was gone 1am when we finally set off but that still left us over 3 hours to complete the mission we’d set ourselves. Upon landing at Stanton I was firstly overwhelmed by the amount of people this place seems to gather these days, long gone are the proper drum circles of old, I think I heard 2 drummers and many, many ‘pretentious university student wannabe hippy’ accents mingled in with the ‘rich parent hippy’ accent that we’ve all heard from time to time.
Turned right out of work yesterday (I usually turn left and head home). Wound up at Ashover rock (The Fabrick), here’s the photographic results…
Who couldn’t love him?
It has to be said that if you want an enjoyable evening then there is nothing quite like a Flaming Lips gig. No rubber bubble this time (Rock City is probably a bit small for that kind of behaviour) but my word… giant screens, huge strobes, confetti cannons, baby dolls, 4 new members and a whole night club full of people grinning like Cheshire cats.
So, I have changed jobs, not overly amazed but it’ll certainly do me pay wise but other than that it’s boring. Sitting at a desk in the darkened corner of an industrial unit sounds about as appealing as it really is. Being creative to the sounds of a call centre isn’t an easy task by any stretch of the imagination.
I’ve bought a new vehicle however, one seriously sexy beast, ladies and gentlemen, I bring to you, the 1999 Honda VFR800 FI-X…
Just a quick one, things have been chaotic for a bit, I’m back on my feet, walking in straight lines, driving and getting on rooftops. The bike is nearly back up and running, MOT on the way and it’s all good to go again but suddenly had to find somewhere else to live. Fortunately I have found a new house, I may go quiet for a while whilst my whole world is on it’s arse for a week or two but have no fear, I shall be back.
