thirteen

Finish work and meet some people at a pub by the cathedral green, its; Matt, Laney, Royston, Emma Came and Luke Holman. We go to Timepiece and I don't get in at first because my wallet is in the car. Laney and Matt get into salsa dancing and I leave. I meet a woman by the cashpoint as I'm waiting for Dave to come, she has blisters on her feet, messy hair and a Devonshire accent, she is waiting for her mate to come back from the bush with her duvet that she stashed in the morning. She is waiting for to go and sleep in the underground carpark. Dave turns up and he's beeping his horn. He's got a massive grin on his face and Alex England is riding shotgun. I look down at his fog lights and cracked bumper and see what looks to be a small paw hanging out the front. I look closer and there is a bit of, what appears to be, minced meat hanging next to the paw. Dave comes out and explains he has stuffed a dead rabbit into the broken bumper, and then England gets out and starts showing me pictures and videos on his phone of the rabbit getting its head cut off in the car boot.

The next day Dave is devoid of energy and throwing up constantly, he thinks its from an onion bahgee, but it turns out that its from a bit of the rabbits gut that shot into his mouth when he beheaded the rabbit. He stays in bed all day and we don't go to Falmouth.

In the evening we get drunk, smoke some spliffs, listen to some Leftover Crack, gum some MDMA, eat some pate on toast with cucumber and the house is a fuck-pit.

In the morning we get Darryl and go to Woodlands and scream on the mechanical rides, shout CUNT on the waterslides, scream BARRRNES everywhere and play boys against girls manhunt. The boys win maaate, and we get a romantic ice cream in Dartmouth. We get the ferry across the estuary and then take Darryl home. Me and Ellie get a KFC, well she watches me eat one, and then we play ping-pong at the Langstone and she's quite good, although she gets too cocky and I win the match and run-around the Verandah room with my top over my head, like a football celebration, screaming and shouting.

In the evening we go to Cockwood and climb under the bridge to sit by the sea, and although we had sentimental intentions it ended up in us throwing rocks at a team of swans.