Dear friends of this academy, Romeo is bleeding to death. To see a friend bleed to death, what for? Some kind of metaphor, that I can't see. So I'll drink until I see it.
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23.7.07
I'm back off holiday now. Got back on Saturday, and straight away I got taken to a random wedding reception. Some guy my dad works with. Aren't wedding receptions weird though? Especially if you only know one of the people, and them only vaguely. There was this little clump of work people, all hanging round in one corner. It took us 3 hours to get a table. They were all massive, you see, and had about 2 family members sat there, who'd glare evilly when you came near. So we ended up doing lots of strategic shuffling and jacket positioning. We managed it though. Then about 15 minutes later, we went home.
So, that was Saturday. Sunday, my cousin Laura's graduation party. (Aren't I popular all of a sudden?) We get there, and there's all my cousins, their partners and children, Laura's friends, and Big Dave.
We know too many Dave's for them just to be Dave, so Big Dave is my uncle's friend. Dave the Rave's the one who just got married. He says anything that comes into his head, and then goes on about it. Therefore, he is Dave the Rave. Dave the tooth only has one tooth. A front one. He has a false set for the rest, but his one is far bigger than the rest, so it kind of sticks out. Big Dave just turns up at anybody's party, eats most of the buffet and ends up in all the photos. He's one of those people no-one's ever quite sure how they know them. OR who invited them (if anyone). He has never met Laura. But he was at her party. Now, that is weird.
So, we ended up on karaoke. (After a very boring attempt at bingo, cause everyone had the same numbers. iT went to the last ball, and then everyone got a full house). American Pie took about 20 people to sing, cause everyone knew a bit, but no-one knew it all. This insanity is my family. Paul and Matthew (more cousins) sang Angels. The Robbie Williams song. The whole way through. With all the words. They're both in their early thirties. So how worrying is that?
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Archers in your arches, spread your fingers one last salute. And I'll leave this sky and drive. Your history is mine.
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23.7.07
I'm back off holiday now. Got back on Saturday, and straight away I got taken to a random wedding reception. Some guy my dad works with. Aren't wedding receptions weird though? Especially if you only know one of the people, and them only vaguely. There was this little clump of work people, all hanging round in one corner. It took us 3 hours to get a table. They were all massive, you see, and had about 2 family members sat there, who'd glare evilly when you came near. So we ended up doing lots of strategic shuffling and jacket positioning. We managed it though. Then about 15 minutes later, we went home.
So, that was Saturday. Sunday, my cousin Laura's graduation party. (Aren't I popular all of a sudden?) We get there, and there's all my cousins, their partners and children, Laura's friends, and Big Dave.
We know too many Dave's for them just to be Dave, so Big Dave is my uncle's friend. Dave the Rave's the one who just got married. He says anything that comes into his head, and then goes on about it. Therefore, he is Dave the Rave. Dave the tooth only has one tooth. A front one. He has a false set for the rest, but his one is far bigger than the rest, so it kind of sticks out. Big Dave just turns up at anybody's party, eats most of the buffet and ends up in all the photos. He's one of those people no-one's ever quite sure how they know them. OR who invited them (if anyone). He has never met Laura. But he was at her party. Now, that is weird.
So, we ended up on karaoke. (After a very boring attempt at bingo, cause everyone had the same numbers. iT went to the last ball, and then everyone got a full house). American Pie took about 20 people to sing, cause everyone knew a bit, but no-one knew it all. This insanity is my family. Paul and Matthew (more cousins) sang Angels. The Robbie Williams song. The whole way through. With all the words. They're both in their early thirties. So how worrying is that?
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Archers in your arches, spread your fingers one last salute. And I'll leave this sky and drive. Your history is mine.
