Liam Taylor, twat

ugh. i hate reading my posts back. i am such a twat. sorry, liam. also are you in russia yet, i hope it's fun.


yesterday i went to the notting hill carnival with su. i don't know how it happened - it definitely wasn't my fault at all - but i managed to get quite drunk within about half an hour. when we got into the centre s and i drank double spirits from a pavement bar and then danced for about 3 hours in the sun to music with basslines so loud it made your ribs vibrate. we had many a laugh watching the other dancers, one of whom looked a lot like phil mitchell but danced like a happy monday with fleas. me and su decided that he was, indeed, just happy, rather than pilled off his face. i thought that he must have had a particularly delicious lunch. speaking of delicious, foodwise i sampled something rather undelicious, a stone cold and mainly congealed dough type thing from a stall that had the audacity to call itself a dumpling. i also accidentally ate some chicken, which some sick, sick pervert who was also probably a paedophile had put into the vegetarian noodles. apart from this food-based wrongness the carnival was megafun. i ran into franny there; we always manage to run into each other in places that you never normally run into people at. and then me and su drank some more and danced some more. we danced on one of the stages with a gaggle of nice brightly coloured drunk people for a while. so it would be fair to say that, for a few hours, we generally had it large.

but this jollity all went downhill when we decided to go for a walk. the 'walk' part of the walk was nice, we did some enjoyable walk-dancing from float to float, gettin' down to fiddy cent and suchlike. but then, when we tried to get back to where we had come from we got hideously lost. it was completely my fault. no-one should ever let me near maps. EVER. anyway somehow we ended up wandering around getting progressively grumpier for nigh on two hours. seeing as we had only walked about 10 minutes from where we had started this was quite an achievement of mine. at every crossroads i was convinced that i knew where we were. turned out i didn't. anyway, by the time we eventually got back, wearied, starving and with bloody feet, the music had stopped and nothing remained but sawdust, glitter and a cloud of sadness. the fun had left us, we were stranded with nothing but the memory of the sun's warmth as we shivered in the gutter, crying. poor flo and su! once we'd pulled ourselves together we decided to go to the pub. after another million and a half mile walk we got to the prince albert, in which they were playing ridiculously loud music (i remember a 'date' i had there once). we laughed at a crap photo that someone was trying to sell for £95, entitled, v. originally, 'horse whitby'. it was of a horse looking over a wall. it was taken in whitby.

then a rastafarian guy came and sat at our table. it was quite hilarious because he just came over, sat down and looked at us both for about 5 seconds. he didn't say anything. it was silent. he then said 'well? why are you two being all shy?' to which i explained that we weren't shy, we just didn't have a clue what was going on. he laughed and then asked if we'd seen him dancing in the parade. we hadn't. then he got up, claiming that he was going to the bar. we didn't see him again until we left. he was chatting to two more girls. we were hurt, especially because we'd tried extra hard to be sociable (even, on occasion, emitting polysyllables. if that's not effort...). it was funny.

and then we went home.

i went to the carnival again today but it wasn't the same so i don't want to talk about it. good things never last, as they say.

me and jane have decided we're going to ljubljana for a lesbo getaway. from there we travel through italy (i can't wait to be in naples again), then we're going to fly to paris to stay with katrina. it's going to be great.

i'm going to brighton tomorrow! also i'm seeing meera the boyf. hurrah. bye p.c.