Brighton Gay Pride August 1st

Yeah I've sorted it with them, that's not a summer job that's part time now with the intention of it being full time when uni finishes. Didn't tell them why I had to stay over here said I was having some family issues and needed to go up north for a month or so. Bing bong.

YOu are spending couple of months there?

Yeah most likely.

Im so out of the loop. I just thought you missed your flight.

tommm whats happening with you on this? you said you might not go?





I invited becki :/

KMSN.

Nah I'm still up for it depending on money. That would be an awkward car journey haha.

whys that

Tom fingered becki martin's sister.

Anal*

Kewl

What's actually happening with this? Is anyone still going? :S

Of course, haha. Just 'cause Sam has emigrated isn't stopping us.

You'll all have a terrible time now!

Sams not going? I'll tell the whole British homosexual community to call it off.

As long as Kane is still going I dont care.

Guess I'll see some of you gays tomorrow then!

oh god what happened.

tell me more.

How was this?

The best way to sum this up would be "confusing and not according to plan". The day started off fine in the pub and watching the parade was pretty rad, but then we had some 1-hour walk to the actual festival ground, getting steadily drunk on the way. Joe bought everyone shots when we got there and we went on some fairground rides causing Matt to lose 7 quid out of his pocket on some ridiculous spinning barrel thing.

When it started raining, everything went tits-up. We all split up for some reason so me Mike and Ben were basically wandering the chaotic streets packed with semi-naked dancing people asking police for the pub that Rob was in except they had no idea. Mike and Ben cut their losses and went home so I walked to the train station with them then proceeded to turn around and go back the same way, still in the pouring rain. I was giving up hope when I saw the shining beacon of Rob crouched in a shop doorway rolling a cigarette. We got in touch with Matt and Joe and went back into the nexus of the Gay Pride Park.

At that point I lost Rob again but found Matt and Joe hiding in the bushes to escape the rain where they had been watching people piss for three hours. So I camped there with them, sunk about five more tins and was propositioned for oral sex by a 43 year-old named Roy. I decided I wanted to leave very quickly and ran out of the bushes, hydroplaning on the wet grass and falling on the concrete. This action smashed the screen of my phone, leaving me unable to contact anyone.

At this stage, my memory gets a little hazy. I remember going to a pub with a bottle of wine in my pocket, ordering a pint but then throwing up before I could have more than one sip. Matt, Joe and myself then spent two hours wandering round the streets of Brighton trying to find my car so we could go to sleep. After walking up maybe twelve hills and saying "it's just up the top here" the same number of times, we finally found it. What I did was completely underestimate how cold a car can be between the hours of 1am and 5am.

We woke up at dawn and decided we just wanted to go home. Matt managed to call Rob who lurched over to us from Luke's house on a savage comedown from an MDMA high. Deciding the best thing to do would be to pull into a service station, we did so and grabbed breakfast in a terrifying place where time stood still, the same song played endlessly over the speakers and a full English breakfast costs 9 quid.

We returned to the car to see Rob wearing shades and propped up on the backseat like the corpse from Weekend At Bernie's. The rest of the journey was super-enjoyable for me, thanks to Joe's exuberant singing to Dizzee Rascal and Beyonce playing on the radio. When we were around ten minutes from home I noticed that the fuel needle had hit rock bottom and we were basically running on dust and fumes. To counter this, I literally had to coast down every hill we came across to avoid rolling to a gentle stop at the side of the motorway.

We did, however, finally get home and actually got to lay in a bed which was one of the happiest moments of my life. It was hilariously trippy and we had some jokes times, even if not everything went to plan.

no offense but that sounds like a horrible experience.

remind me never to go to brighton.

haha- awesome read Liam.

So...If you stayed and got the oral sex, from that fellow named Roy, your phone might not be broken?

I'd try not to piss in God's eye again mate. Next time a person offers you sexual favors fucking grin and bear it.

Thanks for the summary dude, enjoyable read but I am real glad I did not come up as it does sound like it sucked a little. Problem is, these things are usually weather dependent, and this summer is sucking badly so far

Once we realised the whole thing was Pete Tong we just sort of got on with it. We were fucking wet and confused but got drunk anyway and had a laugh. It was an experience, no doubt about that

You guys should have hit the bars when it started to rain. You guys should have acted like gay people and got free drinks. And after awhile you would have thrown out acting stupid, but it would have added nice touch to the evening. Also You wouldnt gotten wet.

But still it sounds like joke times

Haha, I dont regret anything. Had a fucking great time, rain or not.

Then got to shoot shotguns. Awesome weekend.

hiyooo!

:@ :'(