First up, this is for Hana (i'm sure u would be wondering why i had tagged u in this post.... so thought i'd save u the hassle of reading through the whole post)
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Thursday evening after work Kerry and i decided to go to the fun fair in Finsbury park. It had been raining on and off all day, but luckily when we got there, the skies were clear, and there was pretty much nobody else there, so no pushing, shoving, kids running around or queuing. spectacular.
was really fun, and i needed a little pick me up that day.
cowboy and indian horses rock.
"don't be dippy lick whippy"
one of the rides me and kerry were on broke halfway through the ride. It was not the insanely tall one.... that worked swimmingly. we had to empty our pockets and shit, coz u don't want loose change getting flung from all the way up there... didn't stop a lighter i found on me after they had strapped us in falling all the way from the top.... and a great view of some weird guy who literally RAN to it, and nicked it. cheeky bugger.
saw this retard outside the park...
so.... Saturday night Kerry and Tahira stopped round mine for some wine, sonic the hedgehog, pizza and idiotic shenanigans.
turns out i am pretty damn good as Sonic Spinball. Shoulda seem me draining all the slime... crazy.
So kez had to head to work Sunday morning, leaving me n Tahira to potter about. Made her an omelette for breakfast, then took her out skating. Normally there's nobody about, but this Sunday, there was some Kung Fu master giving a lesson... who Milo decided to try to attack. Milo.... Kung Fu masters will fight back... and probably win. Be sensible.
Anyways, after a bit of a roll around, we headed out to the antique warehouse place down the road from me... Bought a cool hip flask, a little shelf, and a gorgeous brooch. No photos... surprisingly. ah well.
So then i decided to walk her around Monken Hadley... and take her to the pirate grave which is super haunted and creepy. oh, speaking of pirates.... check this dude out!!
Anyways, Monken Hadley is stunning. I love it up there.
i don't know why.... but i thought this tree was adorable and awesome.
my enthusiasm totally rubbed off on Tahira too...
i fell in love with this little place too...
and this headstone rocked my socks. (sorry pirate dude... ur grave aint nearly this cool, and had loads of orange mould on it) maybe i should go clean it..... yeah, maybe i will.
This place had a rad sign....
anyways, Simon came up to Barnet perfectly timed for our return from Monken Hadley. We were trying for a Sunday roast on the High Street, but i didn't fancy the Red Lion, and Ye Olde Mitre didn't do a roast... but we got told about a pub called the Arkley, a little walk out of Barnet, but a really good roast. Also got told it was kinda high end, so i went home and changed, put some tweed on to be safe.
Was an amazing find. Simon called it "the kinda place we would be coming to with our parents if we had turned out as they planned". Ha.
The food was absolutely incredible.
As were the toilets....
Anyways, i had no intention of drinking as much as i did, but it started chucking it down outside, and it was a long enough walk for us to not want to repeat in rain. So we stayed. And drank.
Was slightly taken aback by the dilapidated ghetto that lay across the road of this glorious pub....
Once the rain cleared, we headed back to Barnet... stopping in the Lord Nelson for a pint.... for the sole reason that an online review stated it was full of "elderly near death and sexy barmaids" which excited Simon and myself for obvious reasons.
The internet lied.
But they did have an impressive collection of salt and pepper shakers.
(i told simon all about your brief kleptomania for salt and pepper shakers all those years ago, Mother)
Anyways, then Harry came round and watched season 1 of East Bound n Down, which i was amazed to find he had never seen. ever. well... til last night that is.
Was a really good day. what i can remember of it (long story).