Yesterday Matt and I went to the pub and drank too much. It was just like old times - but better (because I'm actually a pretty happy person these days!). It's great to have him back in my life properly. He's always been an amazing friend to me. And I finally met his two adorable daughters. Leonie is such a mixture of Matt and his wife Rachel, looks-wise. Also I chatted to some middle-aged punks outside the pub and I was thinking 'I bet they're accountants during the day, or something'...and guess what? They bleedin' well were! Apparently I look like 'the sort of person who plays a musical instrument'. Which is interesting.
Today was a good day. Picnic times and houmous fights (damn you, Mr. Cookenhausen!). Shelli provided us with the quote of the day - 'that's the most middle-class food fight I've seen in my life. You two, and houmous.' Then lovely chattage with Toby, and a brass band in Southfleet. Even if it was all a bit Christian for my liking. But I was there for my friend James and the music, so that made it okay. I really enjoyed the Shostakovich (good old freaky political Russians) but there was a distinct lack of Radetzky March at the end - BOOHISSBOO!
Yes, I am a heavy-metal-hippie who likes classical music - what of it?
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