The snapshot of the night
Well tonight was fairly eventful.
We met a criminal bike-driver, a rapist and a man with nice teeth.
We started off the evening in wagamamas, then progressed to a falling over in the street by myself (i blame the new shoes!). After bartering with one of those bikey men we struck a deal for a lovely £4 for a ride in his cart. Unfortunately for me and katy (and for him i suppose) the ride was cut short (very short in fact) when we were stopped by the po after approximately 5 metres, uhoh! So this dilemma meant that we were now stranded on our feet. Luckily, a handsome fellow (with rather nice teeth) came to our rescue, offering us another £4 deal, and taking us a longer, faster and more legal route.
Next stop. Eds. Katy and i indulged in a fantasticismo chocolate milkshake and requested a little bit of elvis, which unfortunately we never heard. By this point, our feet were starting to ache, and we believed it was time to shimmy home.
This is where we met the rapist, who actually did not actually rape anything or anyone...as far as we know. His stares were creepy, and his face was revolting, he made us very scared. So scared, we ran off the train into the safety of mrs fog's car.
Now that was a life story. The End :)
We met a criminal bike-driver, a rapist and a man with nice teeth.
We started off the evening in wagamamas, then progressed to a falling over in the street by myself (i blame the new shoes!). After bartering with one of those bikey men we struck a deal for a lovely £4 for a ride in his cart. Unfortunately for me and katy (and for him i suppose) the ride was cut short (very short in fact) when we were stopped by the po after approximately 5 metres, uhoh! So this dilemma meant that we were now stranded on our feet. Luckily, a handsome fellow (with rather nice teeth) came to our rescue, offering us another £4 deal, and taking us a longer, faster and more legal route.
Next stop. Eds. Katy and i indulged in a fantasticismo chocolate milkshake and requested a little bit of elvis, which unfortunately we never heard. By this point, our feet were starting to ache, and we believed it was time to shimmy home.
This is where we met the rapist, who actually did not actually rape anything or anyone...as far as we know. His stares were creepy, and his face was revolting, he made us very scared. So scared, we ran off the train into the safety of mrs fog's car.
Now that was a life story. The End :)
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