Playing on The Square
Went down to The Square today. Joy. No happy clappies anywhere. Party! Just one irritating kid who thought it was funny to run up and kick us in the arse. Yeah, right. Hilarious. So pissed off we started a new game: 'Shit on The Kid'. So – kids – be warned – kick us and a large turd will land on your head you fucking annoying little twats.
Anyway, rant over, we had a lovely day. Hot again and Mart took this. It's me – on the right – doing my 'I'm obese' impression:
"Ooh, aren't I fat."
And here I am about to give Derek a shove:
Pretty tricky conditions. Slipped, missed and nearly went in myself. Shit. Pissed ourselves. Mart suggested we try out the flippers here. I said a bunch of pigeons strapping match sticks and cling film to their feet in the middle of one of London's main tourist attractions is prob not the way to go. Jesus.