I have just returned from Wales, the Welsh land of my fathers (sort of.... my Grandad's grandad was the major of Cardiff *polishes imaginary badge on chest*)
where i spent time with some of my very favourite loons.
I arrived on Friday and had to go find my friend who i was staying with, she was with another mutual friend, at the house of somebody we don't even know... as he is in the process of moving back to cardiff and has nowhere to live yet, so we just sat in this random guy's room looking at his empty takeaway boxes and other bizarre items including a frying pan containing one teabag..... (?) drinking pimms and talking about porn.
I miss the student life where this type of activity is completely standard
before we left the people who did actually live there invited us upstairs for a cheeky toke. I love how wherever you go stoners are exactly the same! the way whatever you say the response is - not quite 'far out' and a peace sign - but always wide eyed nodding to the effect of 'i feel you bro'.
weirdly comforting.
when i look at the whole heyday of the hippie movement i feel like i was born like... several generations too late. I watched Taking Woodstock recently and the images really affected me - like all the cars queued up to get in, all static, the kind of picture you see on the motorways of england every day, but instead of furious tooting of horns there were people playing chess on bonnets, dancing on the rooves to car stereos, talking, weaving in and out of the cars on foot, sharing food and drink.
it wasnt about a race, it was more like a shared experience, in which everyone is the same, and nobody better than anyone else.
like it wasn't the getting there that was important - more like the journey, and keeping it going even when the cars were static.
plus I LOVE FRINGING. i need a time machine. please. thanks.
ANYWAY - the rest of the weekend was so much fun and went by WAY too fast.
now i am back at work with a serious case of the manboobs
pic from damnyouautocorrect.com - go look! its BRILLyant.

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