Delaaaaayed post!
Managed to completely avoid the R***l W*****g. which everyone in the country seemed to go inexplicably nuts for....
Elected instead to get shitfaced on white wine and watch Will and Kate the Movie.
It was fucking horrendous, even through the veil of booze. i kept my spirits up with the continual hurling of abuse and ridicule at the television... until my friend finally wrestled the remote out of my hand and put the Hangover on instead.
Woke up feeling like i'd licked a gerbils cage and shuffled off home, to assemble troops for our ninja bbq!
We all congregated at my house in our finest ninja attire. i was wearing black leggings, a black vest, and black knitted balaclava with eye and mouth-holes. My friend Jerry was wearing blue leggings, flowery y-fronts over the top, a ski poloneck, bandana, and child's bumblebee costume [on his head obviously]. The others were in varying states of ninja apparel.
My personal favourite touch was my friend D who had fashioned ninja death-stars by cutting chunks out of cds and tucking them into his belt. LEGEND!
this is the guy who when i specified a dress code of: 'highland chic' for a Burns Night party that evening turned up in a full length kilt. To this day i dont know where he got it. i have simply decided to accept that he is an international man of mystery. Another time when i had a pirate party he made labels for every one of the mini beer bottles in his 24 crate to say 'grog'.
ANYWAY- you get the idea!
so we happy bunch of ninjas gathered up our meat, and condiments and disposable barbecue and headed out into the countryside. To get there we had to walk through the sleepy village centre past all the octogenarians pruning their rhodedendrums (as if that's somehow the answer to something), but somehow we managed to avoid anyone calling the police (as far as i know... but anyway what the fuck would you call the police and SAY??), and out to our favourite spot by the river.
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