On the Road By Jack Kerouac

“I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”



Sunday 29 July 2012

Poker night!











Last night began with the festival at The Friary, which was around about when I first started drinking and probably when I should have stopped.We listened to some music and had some weird conversations, while watching the bouncer mess around with the jukebox, only to put on 'The time of my life' and yes I do mean the song from Dirty dancing. To each their own...
We soon went back to Tom's house, who has a lovely shed in his back garden, or 'The cabin' as his family call it, which in my opinion is like a mini house from the inside. Cute and cosy. It even has curtains and a 'home sweet home' to add to it's elegance.
 We decided to have a poker tournament, and due to the fact that I used to be addicted to on-line poker at the age of 12, it wasn't long before I was whipping their asses.
Tom liked to play his own music from his MacBook, which wasn't what I'd say 'bad' but it's not what I would usually listen to, so I decided to interrupt it by shouting "Can we put on some UB40? I'm really into reggae at the minute." I know... I don't help myself. I pride myself on being 'different'.
Good times!

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