sometimes on friday we go to truro

In Truro, stoned, we walk around for ages with a blue balloon on a stick hitting stuff that we walk past like; grey men with beards, hot girls with bums, savage girls with babies and school children. We eat a burger and get our picture taken by the cheese lady. The cheese lady is very enthusiastic and she feeds us loads of yellow stuff. Then we go to a sports shop and some weird man pretends to work for Adidas, he has a white skin-tight lycra top on that says Adidas on it. But an Adidas top doesn't mean you work for Adidas so we dismiss him, and descend the escalator singing "Be My, Be My Baby".

Then we go to an estate agent and pretend to book a holiday to Jamaica. The woman says that Jamaica is better than a Villa in Ibiza because it is less 'chavvy' and then makes a gesture of smoking a spliff with her hands and her mouth.