in my previous wanderings i failed to mention an excursion to the great east.ill tell you how great the east is through this little incident. so im on the tube blazing it down the central line like a bat outta hell,im sh*t scared cos i have no need for speed.eventualy the train halts, two hooligans get out the tube and proceed to do push ups, kiss the floor and shout out, 'its great to be back in the east.' so much for concerns of hygiene.
reason for hanging out in the east? my well wiked blood cousin lives in them parts.the day was set out for cousin Ad to show me the sights and sounds of an emerging area, bethnal green.we wandered through to a wee market,normally i think flea markets are absolutely shyte.theyre always selling the same tie-dyed shyte.but this market was all fresh produce-home made stuff like olives and cheeses,a lot of pig and chicken and fudge,it was au-natural which i quite dig.we also moseyed on down to this farm,the Hackney inner city farm.its a wee lil 'twilight-zoney' cos i had just read 'animal farm'.wonder what john edwards the clairvoyant woulda said about that one. anyhoo we saw chickens and ducks,and theyre all just cruising around plucking things and munching stuff,and a massive hog,woulda made for a dandy spit. we landed up at this lil greek place for munchies,so my cuz pulls out this joke about lone ranger and tonto, i cant repeat it cos im shyte at jokes, but boy we had a proper chuckle.so i said dude you should do comedy and he said,nah
manchester,a place known for its hooliganism(very appealing to me) was a 4hour drive and we was there.great little city i tell you, only 3rd to birmingham and london in size.its pretty industrial, pretty low rise, prety suave and full of pretty uber babes.its a little crazy cos half of the inner city was obliterated by the gun toting IRA,however apparently the mancuniians thank their sweet,lucky stars that it happened, cos what coulda have been a giant sized dump of a city is actually quiet glorious(best said int he queens english after shes eaten a cucmber sandwich). so i got to stay at a friend, lisa B and she missioned me around from the goth strewn lawns alongside the urbis museum to the goth filled alternative shopping area, to the home of the greatest football side this side of the ganges and beyond.we managed to go out saturday eve to a disco beneath an hotel and i managed to get a little toasty, and although i was on home ground(old trafford that is) i couldnt take full advantage ifyouknowhaitimean.anyhoo great little city once again and worth a visit oh and a tadoa ando building sits alongside the bus station.
so from hooliganism to craziness.ITS CRAZY BUT THESE FOLKS GO NUTTER FOR these biscuits called jaffa cakes, and macvities digestives.theyre those biscuits your mom left in milk to go soft when you were young and had no teeth,and your ouma keeps them in the bottom cupboard and pulls them out when youve been a good lad.in SA we're built tough,we're built to dip an ouma,and oh its good.jaffa cakes are a soft cookie with like orange jam above and then coated in choccie.i dunno id rather chew broken glass.
it was a tuesday that i found myself with lisa B in regents street at an open air film festival.ah sweet mary jane.i always though open air film was always a tad impossible, i mean surely you could see the screen, but then the sound would be problematic.and how true my thoughts were.but it was incredible, cos they cordened off this lil street which was buffered on foursides by say 5-storey buildings.one edge was pregnant with bursting restaurants and the other not so. the 'courtyard' created was then filled with seats and restaurant tables. the movie showing was, 'cool hand luke' starring the great paul newman.it was a pretty groovy movie, one definitely for my future dvd collection.im sorta into my old picture shows. the thing is i dig movies i just dont like cinemas, this was chilled cos you sorta pitch your tent on the floor and sprawl out,so theres no geting too close to anyone.
anyhoo good folk, keep it real, dont do drugs and stay in school,.sweetly danny champion of the world
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