Wednesday, 23 December 2009
“When in Rome”
This amused us immensely and also prompted K to pick up a guitar boasting that when she played people cried from an overload of emotion. Plucking the strings, singing some out of tune bullshit whilst holding the guitar upside down meant people really were crying...
After an eventful pre-drinks, a crew of drunken Europeans left the hostel for the escapades to continue into the night. Being poor we chose to take our goon with us, fuck buying some watered down sugary overpriced bullshit drink in a bullshit club with ugly bullshit Djs . In an indiscreet fashion the goon came out to play - these are the last 2 snaps taken before a bouncer gapped K’s arm and escorted us off the premises.
Snap 1: goon on head (not obvious at all) Snap 2: goon being openly consumed
Within five days we had been removed or refused entry form all drinking holes in Bryon. And yes, we pride ourselves on this!