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Date: 12/20/04

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An EXTREMELY funny evening, so I'm afraid this means lots of rambling to do it justice. The evening's events occurred in the following chronological order: Behaving like children (except children who employed liberal usage of swear words and smoked weed) on the swings and seesaw. I fell off the swing twice in my effort to recreate my childhood grace regarding leaping off swings. So in a way it was a deliberate fall. I surpassed all expectations of clumsiness by spectacularly dropping myself into a hedge of brambles and had to shriek for my Ianina to come and untangle my hair and lace-trimmed top. The things my mates have to put up with. The next memorable moment, was Mikey and I sat on the swings in the darkening park, singing Avril Lavigne songs..though he won't admit it. Later on, after slight amount of cider had been consumed (cider? beer? not sure), I created my own personal rendition of "singing in the rain" by improvising the lyris appropriately to the current non-raining climate by spnining around the dark Marhamchurch streets singing "I'm siiiiinging in the NON-rain, just siiiiiiiiiinging in the NON-rain.." such fun. How Georgie ripped the piss. We walked to our evening's camp area, whereupon Beth progressed to a paraletic stage of innebriation meaning we had to throw her over the field gate..she repeated the theme a few minutes later by throwing her stomach's contents into the grass. Poor baby! An incredibly "fucked", in his own words, George, erected a tent underneath a tree, amongst some bushy things which i greatly enjoyed jumping about in. A haybale was moved to the tent and a fire lit, which inspired Becca to become the firelady and sing a little song! Possibly due to Jason's endless complaints of being bored, we returned to the village. Finding some scaffolding which appeared extremely appealing as a climbing aparatus, we ascended accordingly. Ianina, bless him, was extremely concerned considering it was me, climbing, high! in high heels! after drink! yet amazingly it was bex who slipped and i had to grab her arm. Some people in the nearby house came out and insisted we came down. A man was lending me assistance climbing over a wall when my trousers ripped at the crotch..couldn't actually believe that'd happened! The very trousers who'd given me my most unique graze - a corduroy shaped one on my forehead after lauren slapped my bum while i was doing a headstand and i kneed myself in the head! Back in the tent later, George and I talked until the early hours, squashed next to at least 4 other people in what i believe was a 2 man tent. Topics of discussion included beetle's withers, something about antlerless antelopes and pheasant's methods of communication. Don't think I've ever laughed so much..guess you had to be there! So thanks Georgie for that entertaining 4 o'clock in the morning conversation. We were woken at 6 by Jason and Mikey, returning from Bude. Jason entertained himself by irritating Nips as he repeatedly pressed the button on his socks that plays a christmas carol. Ian uttered a phrase that I'm sure no-one's ever uttered before "FUCK OFF JASON, YOU'LL WEAR THE BATTERY OUT IN MY SOCKS" oh how i laughed. As it became light we were aware of how much lower the tent had slumped over night and the fact that the "bushy things" of the previous night turned out to be a vicious load of stinging nettles. must have been drunk! As Jason attempted to light the haybale with petrol, we saw a flash, heard a whoosh and a yelp. Jason had singed his eyebrows and his fringe! classic jason. classic night.