Brighton rock(s)
Visual summary of Flood and I's 'away day'. It started at 10:35am with a four pack of Kronenbourg at Kings cross and ended up with sick on the streets of Brighton. Probably influenced by a documentary about football hooligans I recently saw, plus the film Quadraphenia, I 'Fuckin got on it' and exploded in style. Its good to feel young. :)
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posted by Mr Bizzle @ 4/23/2006 08:38:00 pm
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Good work Mr Bingo, I'm very proud of you my litte soldier, and of the JNC for the resue op.
...but a peculiar change of tune from last night, when you used the word 'disgrace' (actually 'discrace') and 'loser', and signed off with ' :( ' rather than a ' :) '
Brilliant! Dressing up the episode to now be the edgy renegade of British illustration, rather than a crumpled heap of sick-stained drunkard! Extra points for the PR cleanup/glossing over. Kate Moss could learn a thing or two about how to go about a dignified recovery.
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A hugely enjoyable day in the sunshine. I recommend a day out in Brighton to everyone (only £13.50 return).
Perhaps Bingo was a little over enthusiastic, starting the day off with buying a 4 pack, but it set the tone nicely. On arrival to Brighton, Bing spotted a local threshers, wherein we purchased 4 bottles of Peroni beer to drink on the beach (Bingo keeps a bottle opener on his personage at all time). After soaking up the rays we decided to take a leisurely stroll down the pier, where Bingo needed to change up a £50 note (just happened we were in a pub at the time). Due to a long-winded bet (which I lost), we ended up being heckled by the Pier DJ (yes, I know, weird job title, you'd think they'd just record a day's worth of DJing and play it over and over each day than pay someone a full-time wage.)
For some reason, despite the fact neither of us like rollercoaster rides, somehow I found myself in a small cart with Bingo just about to be hurled upsidedown with a belly-full of beer. Luckily the activity freshened us up a little, but did leave us with a bit of an appetite. Due to losing the bet I had to pick up the bill at the outdoor caterer, the "Simply The Best Lovely Jubberly Fish 'N Chip" van.
Afterwards we poodled round "the lanes" for a while mixing it up with hippies, arts and crafts dudes and funky clothes retailers. Thirsty work, so a visit to a couple more pubs. I plummed for a lovely pint of local cider, while Bingo decided to get straight on the leffe (well after drinking stella/kronenburg at 3pm where can one go?) A call came in from one of the students at the exhibition (which was the purpose of the trip) asking why we were late for the pre-exhibition drinks in a local pub. Bing said we'd be right along, and with great fore-thought enquired about directions, stating clearing our current location, namely "a green pub".
Bing's knack for remembering the directions was not great. (Bing stated "I don't remember anything he said, words 'n that", but after further prompting Bing was able to say it was in a building just after the college). Fortunately I knew where the college was and got us that far, but after discussion with a hippie type dude of about 45 (who was just casually indulging in a spot of horticulture by spraying his flowers with windowlene), we found out that the exhibition was actually up a big fucking hill, and through a council estate. (Where bing got heckled by some chav kids in a playground, "Are you a tree-hugger" - maybe something to do with his wavy hair and 'Live Aid' t-shirt).
Half way up a very steep hill, we decided to take a breather in a local public house. One look at the clientel and it was obvious this establishment serviced exclusively the population of the surrounding council estate. Bingo had a small altercation with the landord about taking a photo. I pretended to watch the football.
Twenty minutes later we made it to the venue. Lots of interesting people (another illustrator with a handled bar moustache and a Swedish man named Hampus (but pronounced "Humpus") I befriended to name just two. Sometime during the evening I realised I could not see Bingo anyway. After looking round for about 15 minutes I thought F it, I'll have another beer.
It then dawned on me that it would be very bad karma if we missed the last train home, so I began my search again. The further thought struck me that Bing may have bolted and done a "homing-pigeon" back to London on his own. However after enquiries I found him round the corner with his head in his hands. I knew then it was time to go home. Bingo did not seem to concur though and mumbled that perhaps he would like another minute or two on the front doorstep of someone's house. After 15 minutes I realised brut force was needed, and then did a "Weekend at Bernie's" scenario by putting the dead-weight Bingo round my arm, so we could get passed the students without them thinking he was wasted. Alas after 10 paces or so of Bingo doing the ministry of funny walks, he collapsed dragging me down and then vomited violently, with me trying to push his head to one side to save his clothes. It then took another 15 minutes, surrounded by Bing's sick before we were on the move again.
During that time a taxi driver pulled up, undid his window and asked if Bing was okay, I said its alright but asked if he could give us a lift. He did not respond, but did his window back up and drove off. Apart from almost getting kicked out a 24-hour Sainsburys we got to the train station without event and Bing took a well earned nap.
So there we are Kratz, Flood gets a taste of his own medicine!!!!! Respect to Kratz. But I really did enjoy the whole day. Props to Bing. :-) cheers.
top marks for the write up JNC, I was a bit worried this one was just going to be glossed over.
I can picture the scene in the rough pub and Bing with a camera.....
Talking of photography, I took some of the best pictures of my life with Bing's camera during the evening, but sadly Bingo seems to have deleted them.
Very good work on the report Flood and some nice photos too. My favourite is the top right one, very closely followed by Flood in front of the 'Pink' stall!!!!
Cheers for the write up Flood. I've just watched a video of us on the roller coaster, and without any thought for the other tourists on board, we are shouting "Yeah, you know people die on these fucking things all the time".
I'm off to hug a tree.
Just saying to Bing on the phone, the hippie dude spraying his flowers with windowlene, reasoned "Sod it, might as well, the pollution from the cars will only get them anyway". Brilliant logic! Needless to say his directions weren't the best in the world!
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