refreshed from our overdue zzzzs, we didnae crawl from our pits til about 12 noon, but WTF! - it was sunday anyway! after rigorously observing the sabbath by enjoying a BFB [*beer for breakfast] we decided to go a wander down to newhaven beach, since it was a nice sunny day. andy and becca’s flatmate sally came too and brought oscar the dog.
after wandering about the beach for a bit and chucking a few sticks for oscar, sally took him home and the rest of us [me, mazza, andy, becky and two mates of his who'd turned up that morning; ben and luke] repaired to a pub, irresponsibly located right on the seafront where we quoffed a few pints and had dinner. i had a pretty ropey chilli, which in spite of the barmaid’s assurances that it was ’so hot it would blow my head off’, was so mild even a christian would have laughed at it.
after lunch, we decided to nip to brighton, as luke was doing a gig that night in the pub where he’s also a lodger. becca was going to her mums for the weekend, so me, mazza and andy got a lift to brighton wi luke and ben. in brighton, we jumped out at the seafront while they went off to do whatever they were doing. we had a wander round the pier and [at andy's insistence] had a go on a stupid big dipper thing called the crazy mouse. then off for a walk down the beach and a wander round the lanes.
once in the lanes, it wasnae long until we were seduced by the lure of a friendly pub [who's name unfortunately escapes me], where we repaired for a few hours and several more pints.
about nine-ish, we got a cab up to the shakespeare’s head where luke was and spent the rest of the evening there, getting more sozzled and stupid. being ‘in with the in-crowd’ we were allowed to stay after it closed for a good old ‘lock-in’. so we ended up sinking pints there til about 2 or 3 in the morning. we wanted to get a cab from newhaven to come and get us [as apparently this is cheaper than asking a brighton cab to go to newhaven]. however. it involved a shitload of palaver as andy had forgotten to bring the number with him and no-one was answering the phone at home. he rung becca at her mum’s and also directory enquiries [who, as usual gave him the wrong number] to no avail. eventually we just thought “to hell with it!” and ordered a brighton cab. as it turned out it wasnae too extortionate. [andy thought it would be £35 as opposed to £15 for a newhaven one, but in the end it was only £22].
on the way home i realised i’d left my trusty ixus in the pub, so i rang luke who found it under the table and promised to keep it for me til the next day. i was really pissed off at this and annoyed with myself, coz i’d been reminding absentminded andy to pick up his camera all feckin day when we left other places. i think it happened coz it was sitting on top of my leather jacket in a black leather pouch i made for it, so i didnae notice it and must have swept it to the floor when i picked up my jacket to leave. thank fuck it happened in those circumstances - where we knew someone there and not on some bus or train or other place where somebody else would have nabbed it!
once back at andy HQ, we sat up for a couple more hours - drinking and talking the kind of shite only a room full of shit-faced eejits can come out with. then me and mazza yawned and staggered off to bed leaving luke and andy to continue debating the relative merits of whatever the fuck we were all jabbering about.
[and so day 2 drew to an alcohol befuddled close]
