so bring it down, let it fall, into a drizzling bliss then we'll hyperventilate in the old forest
I took David to an Indigo Children party in Willesden. We were taken there by a man named Bill who was, in my opinion, the finest specimen of a dude you'll ever meet. He owned a dog named Teddy who is, in my mind second only to Muffin. While we danced, a man scaled a silver birch and breathed fire over all of us. I'd continually forget that he was there only to be amazed once again by a massive warming ball of flame above my head. I danced for a very long time and had the most fucked up CEVs I've ever experienced. In the morning, a techno rig had set up in the middle of the road across the canal. What a laugh.
The next Thursday we received our A2 results. I achieved good results (although two modules of 13% and 20% dragged my maths down to three marks off a C) and hence attained entry to my first-choice university to a sigh of relief from my parents. Celebrations consisted of a journey to Gay Richard's free house where I very quickly became inebriated and met a man named Bob who could roll the best, unelvisable spliffs I've ever seen. After sharing a kebab with Samuel, I went home, satisfied.