Doing it for the kids
A fair few years ago a mate and I left Ministry of Sound (for all our sins) at closing (around 6am) a fair bit worse for wear after a cocktail of class A's.
As we travelled sweating in a taxi, to where I'm not etirely sure, we saw a park and decided that we'd stop there. We paid the driver and bid him good day before setting off to explore our new found land.

Quickly we discovered a playground with rope swings, but alas there were no ropes. Fear not though, because we fast found them and went about setting up all of the rope swings complete with tops off like proper pikeys.

After about an hour we'd set the whole thing, just as we were in the middle of our first run, we were rudely interupted by the Park keeper.

PK: What the hell do you think you're playing at?! Are you responsible for putting all this up?

[slight pause]

Me: Alright mate, we've been sent down by the council, what didn't they tell you?
PK: No. Who sent you?
Me: The guy who called us was called Sven Daulphin (two friends from school with wierd names) or something, give him a ring if you like, but I doubt you'll get hold of him.
PK:Yeah, know what you mean.
Me: Anyway mate, don't want to be rude, but we've only got an hour take get this done before getting to the next place.
PK: OK
(Now just had to close him)
Me: Yeah, we've just got to go round and check all the swings or it'll only be us who ends up in the shit.
PK: No sure, that's fine lads

Hopefully some kids had a good time on it... we left shortly after still slightly chewing our faces off.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Fri 27 Jul 2007, 16:34, Reply)