stories '04
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New Years day: everyone came round to jacks for some ps2 action and to reminisce about the night before, and later that night, dicky, jack, fingers and steve went on a mission. During a kick about before christmas, jack had noticed that round the back of charlton's training ground clubhouse, there was a giant, discarded charlton badge, which had 'steal me' written all over it, until we rubbed it off. So that new years night, we set off and steve climbed over and managed to get the badge and we carried it off and hid it in the bushes.This thing is massive, about 5ft diameter, which meant it was just too big for anyone to take up to uni, so it remains in a secret location in eltham, until we can find a better use for it. Glasto maybe. Not contenet with stealing the badge, we then paid a visit to world of golf, where dicky took out his anger on a portakabin and fingers sat in a tractor. The night was complete when the police stopped jack for speeding down court road, or in their words; 'we were driving like a bit of a pratt weren't we sir'. We were viewing the scene of dicky's latest high speed car accident.
The half a grand footy match: the fourth fixture between ctk old boys and st joes teachers wouldn't normally have been worth reporting except that this game (a 7-2 victory) was marred by all 5 of us who drove there getting £100 parking tickets. We parked where we always do, outside the school, and where they had just put a residents only sign which of course we didn't see. The fines are reduced to £50 if you pay within 2 weeks which is very generous of the fucking prick faced sausage munching bastards.
Glastonbury: out of the 2003 crowd, only pie and jack got tickets and they were joined by the youngsters frank and joe. Tommy, fly, james mizen, bald pete, john knowles and nick were also there but in the poofs campervan field. Jack and frank had a humourous first night as they lost the most important part of their tent which meant they had to sleep in pies tent for the first night and pie brought a replacement up the next day. Pies tent isn't the strongest and the battering from the wind it recieved on the first night was pretty bad. For the first time since we'd been going there was heavy rain which meant that it was muddy for the whole 5 days but great performances from oasis, keane, franz ferdinand, macca, badly drawn boy, ocean colour scene, starsailor, muse and many more ensured it was a superb weekend. Other highlights included having a solar-powered shower in the greenpeace field, seeing a scouser sleep in an impossible position, getting pissed on snakebite, re-visiting spunky's, getting free organic chocolate, hearing a man shout about free love at paul mccartney and of course seeing some bloke from holby city snort a line he was given by some dodgy scousers.
A whole day was spent cleaning the tents but it didn't stop it being an excellent festival.
Jack's party: certainly not living up to the high standards of previous years, but still good enough to write about. The majority of the guests were my brothers mates which meant there was an underage feel to the night, which seemed to please mike. Pieman disappeared for a curry, which he then threw up at the back of the garden, and it was in such a good stae it could have been re-sold. Dicky slept on my desk as there was nowhere else for him, and the night ended with mike and steve dressing up as humorous characters using any old clothes they could find around the house. There were complaints from the neighbours on all three sides due to excess noise, bottle throwing, and sitttng on the roof of the lessa club. The police were not alerted though which was the main thing but the clean up definately took longer than usual due to kids spilling drinks everywhere, but that's to be expected. Other highlights were danny brennan sliding down the stairs on a cushion, rob nearly getting killed by a bottle and mike keeping his clothes on.
Ireland: mike, steve and jack went to the remote island of achill, co mayo in july, to stay in mike's familys house for a week. It was actually a bungalow, because houses with two floors a frowned upon in achill because they think they're a bit strange. We stayed a night in liverpool before getting the ferry over to dublin and then driving 4 hours to the west coast. The holiday was quality, and despite the weather being typically irish we managed a day at the beach and climbed a big hill in between frequenting the pubs and club of the island. Met mikes crazy mate pat out there who we rather imaginatively nicknamed crazy pat. Highlights included jack getting caught having a piss by the only coppers on the island at about 12 at night, round-the- house-football-golf (it'll be in the 2012 olympics), steve wearing england tops and offending an angry paddy, and actually seeing brian mcfaddens fatter twin at the club zamba.
These incidents however didn't compare to what happened on the last day we were there. Steve and mike were having a harmless game of tag/chase/it when steve ran through the front door, closed it, and then mike ran 'through' it too. Mike and jack have a copy of the aftermath video, but all you need to know is that is was an old door (1970's)with a big glass panel and blood was involved. On a final note, jack got a speeding ticket on the journey back and had to pay 80 euros to the special irish police.
Summer: no big other holidays this year as noone had any money and we couldn't think of anywhere to go etc but we did have a few quality nights out at the venue and a good beach trip to margate in september. It was me, mike, dicky and steve and involved some quality pier jumping, which dicky didn't join in with despite pier-pressure. James rob and steve went to the v festival which apparently is the worst of all the festivals but you'll have to ask them about that. Another night worth mentioning was wills party at the end of the summer, not for the party itself but for mike and jack's journey home which involved a walk down the A2 bypass where amazingly we weren't stopped by coppers, but jack was egged and mike smacked his head on the roof of a subway whilst 'stunt running'. We also saw 2 men stealing a sofa, and ended up getting a cab from the lovely kidbrooke station.
Pies birthday: I came down from liverpool, steve, mike and katie came up form eltham and rob came from round the corner in loughborough to piemans palatial home in leicester for his 20th. We warmed up by watching england beat wales 2-0 in the varsity pub (i don't know how they got a whole pitch in there). Then it was down to pies for a spot of meat tenderising, some mindless wooden spoon violence, reminiscing whilst watching old football videos and of course some in-depth analysis of the liberal deomcrats current policies.