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» Premonitions
I once had a scary dream about
a shark, a bridge and a helicopter.
Fortunately, it wasn't real.
(Fri 19th Nov 2004, 20:32, More)
I once had a scary dream about
a shark, a bridge and a helicopter.
Fortunately, it wasn't real.
(Fri 19th Nov 2004, 20:32, More)
» Lost...
T in the Park 2003
Gloriously gorgeous Scotland. Fields full of festive fun. Gallons of bottled beer kept cool in the chill Kinross air. Polyphonic Spree outdoors at sunset. Magical, wonderful weekend with many an anecdote attached to it. Unortunately, to open said bottled beer, a bottle opener was (unsurprisingly) required, the most convienient one being attached to my keys. Fast forward to the day we return and we find me being dropped off by equally-tired mates outside my front door in sunny Chester. Predictably, I find that i'd gone and left my keys in a bloody field some 250 miles away.
Oh, and I lost my lovely Grolsch bottle opener as well. Fucking Scotland.
(Fri 3rd Dec 2004, 12:14, More)
T in the Park 2003
Gloriously gorgeous Scotland. Fields full of festive fun. Gallons of bottled beer kept cool in the chill Kinross air. Polyphonic Spree outdoors at sunset. Magical, wonderful weekend with many an anecdote attached to it. Unortunately, to open said bottled beer, a bottle opener was (unsurprisingly) required, the most convienient one being attached to my keys. Fast forward to the day we return and we find me being dropped off by equally-tired mates outside my front door in sunny Chester. Predictably, I find that i'd gone and left my keys in a bloody field some 250 miles away.
Oh, and I lost my lovely Grolsch bottle opener as well. Fucking Scotland.
(Fri 3rd Dec 2004, 12:14, More)