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The event began well, we all watched each other arive in various cars of different magnitude. Even Sam biscoe, in his homosexually themed 'ride'. Everybody dance now.
We all began by taking photo's of each other in the suits and then we moved inside for the 'fun'.
Oh, What a wicked web we weave.
We all sat down to eat the 'slop'. A strange mixture of different 'erbs and spices that would make even an indonesian rat - blush. The lads' (In other words, us lot) all moved into one table, I filled Jamesons place whilst he went to suck.. I mean kiss, El Cid.
After a while, the real fun began. The speaches.
Dave began with an enlightening speech - athough this was ruined by the lack of singing. Then there was Robyn. She was a little to quiet for my liking, but the general jist from both was "thanks for nothing, you boring twats". Or maybe it was somthing about the future - I don't remember, I was distracted by a balloon.
Whilst the 'party' began - with a lot of random 'trance' music, and that sort of shite. The rest of us got bored and went outside. Dr shields got his groove on and got down with the funky beats.
The rest of the night was spent outside watching Lawrence smoke, and Creggors throw water baloons. After a long wait, the party was over and we caught the Rolls back. upon my return - I downloaded the pictures from the event, and uploaded a site to wideasleep.co.uk/classof2002/. By this time it was 4am, and I collapsed in a heap of blood and alcohol.
The event was promptly forgotten, and should only be spoken off in the distant future. The music should be refered to as that of "the golden era", and life should then go on.
We learnt nothing, we destroyed everything.
Written by Rawson
sessodio@wideasleep.co.uk
We all began by taking photo's of each other in the suits and then we moved inside for the 'fun'.
Oh, What a wicked web we weave.
We all sat down to eat the 'slop'. A strange mixture of different 'erbs and spices that would make even an indonesian rat - blush. The lads' (In other words, us lot) all moved into one table, I filled Jamesons place whilst he went to suck.. I mean kiss, El Cid.
After a while, the real fun began. The speaches.
Dave began with an enlightening speech - athough this was ruined by the lack of singing. Then there was Robyn. She was a little to quiet for my liking, but the general jist from both was "thanks for nothing, you boring twats". Or maybe it was somthing about the future - I don't remember, I was distracted by a balloon.
Whilst the 'party' began - with a lot of random 'trance' music, and that sort of shite. The rest of us got bored and went outside. Dr shields got his groove on and got down with the funky beats.
The rest of the night was spent outside watching Lawrence smoke, and Creggors throw water baloons. After a long wait, the party was over and we caught the Rolls back. upon my return - I downloaded the pictures from the event, and uploaded a site to wideasleep.co.uk/classof2002/. By this time it was 4am, and I collapsed in a heap of blood and alcohol.
The event was promptly forgotten, and should only be spoken off in the distant future. The music should be refered to as that of "the golden era", and life should then go on.
We learnt nothing, we destroyed everything.
Written by Rawson
sessodio@wideasleep.co.uk