I had a surreal experience last night as I was drifting off to sleep, the wedding that was happening in the Palm House must have kicked out around midnight, then this girl was screaming down the phone to her boyfriend (who was called Max) whilst walking past my van. So i was tripping out thinking i was being woken up by the angry shrill of a women angry at Max, when in fact, i was just being woken up by the angry shrill of a women angry at Max.
This diary was not supposed to detail what i do in my social life but i did go to the pub. Which did lead to the midnight wee conundrum. There was a Jazz band on, jazz flutes n that have never been my bag, i never know how to dance to it and i don’t trust music you can’t dance to.
In my attempt to loosen up to Jazz i downed a pint and left my she wee outside my van. Anyway. Saturday morning in Sefton Park is so busy. It’s not lie in town that’s for sure. I was up early luckily cos today was a schools sport day.
Relaxed evening with the fire lit again and the light show from the Palm house of yet another wedding. You can always tell it’s a wedding because the music is so horrificly generic.
Peace out.
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