Or "How I wished I was a little bit smaller."
Well after the catch up yesteday I have done the following in the last 18 hours, blogging, commenting, burning food, dropping cheese, telling someone I loved them, and meaning it, wore clothes I forgot I had, drank cold tea, drank cold beer and done poorly at the pub quiz.
So here is my weekend, the one just gone.
After easily persuading The Girl that we should attend the free Fruitstock festival we headed over there.
It was a lovely day and we were both excited about having a fun day.
Except when we arrived and it seemd to take forever to find the entrance to the festival. We eventually found the entrance and went to see what they had in the stalls. The Girl picked up some lovely fresh berries, which we ate. After eating only one blackberry I found I had chipped my tooth some how on the fruit. Which freaked me out quite a bit. I decided to call it a day on eating fruit, and as I wasnt in any pain we decided that we should carry on with the fetival.
It wa looking prett busy and we headed straight towards teh main stage and foudn a little corner to watch Whisky Cats. They seemed to be extremly fun. So much fun it made some old guy jump and dance around in his shorts. The Girl got some amusing footage of this.
We decided that the best plan was to walk around the park, to see what was happening and grab a drink. So we slowly started to make are way through the huge crowds. Stoping every so often as we encountered the biggest lines for every tent and stall there was.
In fact, I think if I was to stand still for longer then a few seconds that a queue would form behind me a spiral off in to the crowds, even though they would be queuing for the sake of it.
We eventually found the beer tent after about 40 minutes. But again there was a huge queue, so we decided to head to the main stage, find some grass and sit down.
Only problem was with the amount of people attending this free festival, we were being steppover, stepped on and generally trampled. Which wasnt really any fun at all.
After being at the festival for about 45 mintues we decided to leave. And to take a longer quieter walk back towards the station.
When we arrived at London Bridge I noticed somthing quite perculiar next to platform one.
Im not too sure if anyone else have ever noticed this, but there seems to be a "very strange object" leaning against the wall of a facing building.
Which seems very clear to be some sort of missile.
I wonder if any countries have lost a missile recently?
