Easter
I love Easter. It’s a time of gratuitous chocolate without the crud that comes with Christmas. This Easter I was going to be a bit boring, toddle off to Arundel for while and spend a day or two sat in a hide at the WWT place there with my camera. That was before I got a whole load of flyers shoved into my hands telling me about the insdutrially goodness that is going on in London over the Easter weekend. Arundel will have to wait for another weekend (I may even take some time off and do it in the week to reduce the number of people in the way) and instead it’s going to be a weekend of dancing, late nights and death.
The plan is thus:
Good Friday: Sleep in. Noodle about the house, go to the pub. Head to London, get to Sin for about 9 or so, spend the next 9 hours at Pure F*ucking Industrial dancing like a loon.
Saturday: Leave club, head to Norwich. Snooze on train. See parents, have breakfast, devour chocolate [there will be chocolate <i>wont there</i>?], possibly sleep for a bit, definately blag a shower, do lunch head back to Colchester, go to the pub, drool over the cute bar tender.
Sunday: Get up late. Head to Camden, book into Hostel [yes... I know... but it's a bed], go to pub, go to Club Noir at the Electric Ballroom in Camden at 10, dance for the next 6 hours.
Monday: Head to hostel. Die. Leave hostel. Head home. Die.
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