PVN Anthology II
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well it started with a couple of beers after work.. which obviously led to many more beers, vodka's and shots of sambuca naturally. Due to the shocking lack of suitable quality aleing houses in the local vicinity, we were forced, by suggestion of one of the female members of our little group that the only place worth going was a gay bar just around the corner. Hence we ended up in a gay bar, or as it turned out, a gay club. With dancing. And gays. Just to top things off we had to pay to get in, and were made to leave our bags in the cloakroom with a further charge. So here I am, a heterosexual hero paying good sterling to get into what turned out to be a rather full on militant gay disco. I have never seen so many shaved heads dancing in one room.
We avoided the dance floor downstairs as that would clearly have ended up in wanton buggery (you know those gays when they in a gang!!) and sat in the bar upstairs quaffing quantities of vodka (I was at least happy that for once I could order vodka cranberries without guys looking at me all "what a fucking gay", this time I casually ordered my star trek coloured tipple with gays looking at me all "what a fucking gay"). Anyway, eventually we stumbled out after telling gays to "stop looking at my cock" in the toilets and getting invited to a gay wedding in san fransisco... into a cab and back to the homelands of north london. Of course that wasn't enough for me oh no, I like to think I can continue forever so I get out of the cab in kentish town and visit one of my turkish brethrens off licenses, one of those that adds a certain jazz beat to the licensing law, kinda flexitime; ie; anytime. So I stumble home drinking cans of stella artois and arrive back rather bored, noone is home. There is however several cans of spray paint in my room. That's right, alcohol+spray paint+rasko=doom. So off I trot... anyway, I find some ridiculous way of getting onto the train lines, which involves climbing up a lamp-post, transferring onto a sloping ledge and walking up that and along the side of a bridge. So I am holding onto a metal fence with about 6" for my feet, rucksack full of paint, holding a skateboard and shuffling along with all kinds of bushes and trees in my face, at times the trees became so thick I actually had my eyes closed to avoid getting them scratched out.
So yeah, I did my piece with high speed trains zooming past every few minutes and got the fuck out, took a different route out this time and ended up in the building site for the new Arsenal football stadium, luckily a nice russian security guard recognised a fellow vodka enthusiast and showed me through security and let me go, patting me on the back saying "be careful friend".
and that was about that.
and here are a couple of lame phone pics to go with it.
rasko4
(Apr 16 05, 10:02)