?Ey oop?, not ?Ca va?

It sure did feel like we were back, when at around 1am we intended to take the natterings next door into Indigo Bar but couldn't, because a massive fight had broken out + the sirens were on their way. Outside there was all sorts of commotion, with swaying miniskirts + swaggering shirts bouncing through traffic like pinballs. And all the bright lights! And all the shouting! And shops still open at 2am! And people stumbling out of take-aways! And cabbies yelling at each other! And people riding their bikes all over the place! And parties booming out of windows! And gangs hanging out in shady corners! And buses flying up + down Oxford road with all the windows steamed up! : It turns out we really had been outside the city for a good while and that we had in fact turned into country bumpkins. My brain was overwhelmed with all the mayhem, I was used to the dim flickering lights hinting at an establishment's openness, or the occasional speeding drunk driver crippling their way along an ice road to a remote town 20kms away, not peering through a fluorescent lit hatch with Curly Wurly ordering a budget bottle of vodka at some time in the early hours [ahoy, however, what a buzz it was!]. We spent the rest of the homecoming night acting completely strange + dancing around to Donny's new Record Game*.

And even though the new day was a darker shade of grey than the one we'd previously arrived into, it was still such an honour and a joy to welcome the cold morning light and to marvel at the lusciously eclectic array of green pigmented trees lining my trusty old Platt Fields ["Oh I s t i l l love you!"**]
Sunday evening brought about a trip for a fine curried feasting for those who weren't too ruined from last night's exploits, and this photo was taken in an almost forgotten moment just before people parted to woo their woozily full tummies. The only brief from me was : "Try + look well 'ard" and in response, I'd suggest putting forward that it was an objective in which Ruthalicious thoroughly excelled on.

* Donny's Record Game consists of every committing to unusual dancing, and Donny secretly changing the speeds of the records, whilst everyone furiously tries to adjust to the tempo

** Quotes taken from the very talented Rory Charles' love song about Platt Fields Park