It was only a week into the trip, leon, alex and myself had been staying out in mile end with old mate borlini, but it was only over the weekend while most of he's house was out at that massive glansibry concert, fucking Neil diamond played it. sick. we had to get out of there when everyone came home, so we booked into a hostel in victoria. pretty central location in london. i think we spent 3 nights there before heading to france.
one night the three of us headed out for a few beers, meeting up with Borlini and digby. beers went down easy to say the least, but the night didn't last long, as Borlini and Digby had to get the last tube back to mile end, so we all could it a night and headed in our separate ways.
on the walk back to the hostel me and alex picked up a few roadies for the short walk home, the best thing about london is you can pretty much drink anywhere you want, so it was pretty standard to neck a beer whilst on the walk, on arrival to the hostel. there was like 10 people out the front, i like to call these people hostel nerds, cause majority of em are artards back home and go over seas and think they're mad sick dogz or some shit, be your self you fucking morons. we sit down on some steps next door to the hostel, the pack of hostel nerds are carrying on like fucking clowns, being pretty loud in the street, kicking a mini soccer ball around being mega fags. there was even hostel staff member being a hell man trying to tune an unimpressed french girl which was pretty funny to observe.
so were sitting down minding our own business and next thing i know this fucking big splash comes down at us, pretty much landing at our feet but not getting on us. we were like what the fuck was that, where the fuck did that come from, to look up at a 3 story balcony above us and a lady standing there, then quickly walk back inside. the crazy women dropped a fucking hot bowl of soup at us, seriously if that thing had landed on our heads, we would of suffered 3 degree burns or some shit, i would have to wear a wig for the life. the soup was on the ground steaming, which prompted a bit of retaliation shout out, telling her to just fucking relax trent from punch bowl stylez. so pretty much we nearly got fucked up by soup because of the hostel nerds out the front being loud.
we were shaken up, so we thought it would be a good idea to go inside. me and alex got our laptops out and hit the common room to find a near full bottle of red wine and a passed out dude on the couch. alex grabbed the bottle of filled our empty beers cans up, we mad internet timed till the early hours of the morning whilst drinking a nice red, the passed out dude would wake up every now and then and try stay awake, but would just pass back out, thats when alex would go for the refill. alex and my self were pretty drunk by the end.
this was my first experience of alex polar bear roy harbutt in full mode and i knew it was going to be a good few months ahead with him. i'm pretty sure he wrote everyone on he's myspace a comment about him being in london drinking red wine and he even farted on the dudes face, which was pretty funny, considering he didn't know him and had stolen all he's wine.
the next morning i was talking to the girl behind the desk and told her about the crazy bitch dropping soup all over the place. i was told it wasn't the first time it had happened and people had come back into the hostel covered in soup. the lady has a problem with people being in the streets at night making noise, which is far enough, but to drop some mad hot soup on someone, what are you thinking women.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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