Well.. that was weird.

Last night was the eve of Gullyvers 'Hollerwoon' shindig.. We got there after 11 something, via a very dodgy KFC experience, which left Alex with stomach status - jippy. Saw Kesh on the door, and went downstairs to find only a few patrons... We got a drink under the (correct) assumption that it would get busier.. Some big tracks were dropped, 'Dillagence' was a clear highlight, as well as 'Crosstown Beef'... Anyway, Alex's illness caused him and I to leave at about 1ish.. So I walked with him to Liverpool Street, whilst trying to alert the squadron... Just as we got to our bus-stop, my call was answered by Colin, who said he was on his way to Curtain Road (via a failed expedition in Bank)... So I went back on my jack jones and waited for the arrival of re-inforcements. 'Sally Got A one Track Mind' was gratefully recieved.

Left at, 4:30 ish I think, and headed for the infamous FCKF.. I refrained from eating due to Alex's earlier chicken based fiasco, then attempted to journey back to South on a flurry of night-buses... I got on a bus for Trafalgar Square, fell asleep and woke up in Charing Cross (!!) crossed the thames and looked (successfully) for a suitable bus... Photo oppurtunities aplenty! The following is the night chronicled.


Tree on the Old Kent Road.


Fuck the Colonel.


Grease to spare.


Vandalism.


Fape, boot-cut denim & fake jordans are still big in this thing... It was halloween party after-all.. moody LRG 'Dead Serious' hood.. as I think they are called - Nice one, faces censored.


Cavalry.








I roll on my own.


E&C.

Good night stillllllll. More soon.