And so to Guildford. [Hey, this boy gets to visit all the best places].
Inna?Forest 3. An utterly fantastic party in a forest [geddit?!?]. 'Somewhere' near Guildford. A yearly crew party for the
Poleshift collective and it kept up the tradition of crew parties being the best.
Poleshift are a bunch of extremely varied & extremely groovy folks who do all sorts of party-related stuff from DJing, through decor, rigging, lights, sound systems, performance, promoting &c., &c. all held together by the human vortex of getting cool shit done,
*Ting* – The High Priestess of Having It Large. We all had a fun time catching up with old faces and meeting fun new ones.
A few pix here. Camera was a bit wobbly... *ahem*
And it just so happened that our lift back to dear ol' Brighton was leaving from a
Liquid Connective do a few miles up the road and with the luck of a good party still smiling on us, we copped a luxury ride with some fellow I?F3 peeps who were heading off to the very same. [And thankyewverymuch to Roly & his big ol' boat of a car.]
By the time we'd wriggled through to the farmland venue it was noon on Sunday and the order of the day was only going to be the ever-blissful lying on yer back & watching fluffy clouds gently scud & roll across a beautiful summer sky. Niiice.
A very leisurely ride back to the seaside, a tiny drink in the pub & Love of Life & I fell asleep in each other's arms in front of the Test match. Now I may not be able to hack a missed night of ZZZs like I used to - although I've never been too good without my sleep - but, hell, it was worth it. A fantastic weekend...as I say, pure blissism.
And well look now. Friday evening brings another weekend & this time it is to Reading. Although this time next week I'll be swinging in to land at LAX airport. OK, steady on lad...one weekend at a time...
Mmmmmm...
Well, 'ood a fort it? The first week this bunch o' blatherin' goes online &
Blissism goes
straight to the top of the Google search for, er, 'blissism' [and check the extreme competition - I'm proud of myself]. It's a foot to bottom situation people. And no need for any of that Google Bomb business
like some unscrupulous journalists I could mention.And the weekend, despite what could have been a rocky start, was pure blissism. Elaborate I shall...
Malc & Sophane, two of my best friends ever, were due to drive into town for an evening of drinkie fun on Friday. Until I got a call from Malc who was sitting by a dual carriageway outside Southampton. Tip for driving: avoid lumps of rock in the road.
Good things did arise from not boozin' on Friday night however. There is never really a good side to your upstairs neighbour hammering on the front door at 4 o'clock in the morning to tell you that rain is waterfalling through her ceiling and you're next, but sans encroaching hangover was a bonus.
Twenty minutes of racing around with buckets and blankets later and Love of Life & I are back up in the mezzanine wondering how many cute animals you have to kill before the wheel of karma pokes a spoke through your roof the weekend before the the guy who has just made an offer on your flat sends his surveyor round. I reckoned loads. Love of Life was asleep by this point...fingers x'ed for Upstairs Neighbour
Four hours later [whimper] and a new season begins. The Nationwide League Football Season. Yay! Nine months of footie, banter, beer, highs, lows, in-betweens, shouting, holding-face-in-hands-whilst-banging-head-on-the-back-of-the-seat-in-front and really, really crap train services.
An 8.30am start for a 1pm arrival in Coventry. The line between Euston and Milton Keynes is out until mid-December so instead of a brief stop at MK station we have to endure the urban sub-hell that is the UK's most notorious 'New Town' as we swing through in a coach. And it ain't notorious for being baaad, just for being blaaaand. 150 miles. Four-and-a-half hours. Thank you Railtrack. You Fuckweasles.
But it was worth it in the end as we got to witness a first day of the season win. They all count, even if Sheffield United were more interested in hitting bits off the Mir Space Station...
[more to follow]
