Dirty Canvas was alot + alot.

Shouldn't be awake at the moment, but due to a flood in our apartment - I am. Didn't take many pictures from last night, but Agostinho did.. check his blog tomorrow or something for a more indepth insight into the ins and the outs..STOPBEEGGINGMAG.COM too tired to even enter a hot-link, or whatever they call it.


We reached Cargo at 8ish to guarantee our free entry.. It was all a little 'each man for himself' but luckily, everyone I was with got in before the 9pm cut off.. with or without ID.







Jack & Agostinho.


Ollie, catching 40 winks.


Joshua.


Phoebe.




Jack. We ended up in bloody Wanstead at about 3am, after a shady exit from Cargo, which consisted of being seperated from everyone.. The only option was a taxi back to a Valley like Roding.. via 'Kebabland', your burgers taste like blood.


George the first.




George the second smacked it.


Vomitous.


I made the un-enviable mission back to South side.


Just a local lampost?




World meet crotch.


The nerve centre.


All was going well this evening, until the washing machine bricked it, and spewed its guts out everywhere... The clean up operation was impulsive.

Headache.

More soon - at a more sensible hour.