by Gavin.

G'day all, nice to see you got the picture for the Drome up. Can u just remove the ones of us ;0) (just joking!) Sorry I've not mailed for a bit but things have been hectic (in the most truly hedonistic way of course.) However as it is now Monday, thoughts of previous/future weekends led me to bunchofcaners! Actually I was reminded last night while recounting the events of Trancentral and aftermath to a friend I'd not seen for about a month or so! Anyway, I thought I'd write to a) see what you're up to b) relay the post Drome madness for your entertainment and maybe use on the site as you see fit!

Anyway, I guess we left the Drome at about 6ish after a fairly heavy session! Somehow we managed to lose Al and Adam on the way out, confusion was running pretty high! We staggered up to the tube station and had plenty of fun floating up and down the escalators (we kept going back for more.) I was just waiting for a voice over the tannoy saying "will the fuckups please refrain from playing on the escalators"' but none came! We finally got over the fun of going up and down and asked the guy at the station where we should get tickets to which he replied "from the machine next to you"'! As I said, confusion was in charge of this operation! We made it home after a fun hour on the train looking through fliers and pretending to sleep. Well, it was now time for bed, well at least for Scott anyway who could possibly get a sly half hour before work!

I got out of bed on the Saturday feeling really rather good. I wandered downstairs, put on some music, and had a cup of tea. I considered a full fry up but I couldn't face it so substituted with a spoon of sugar in my tea! I rang Polly about 5 times in the next hour feeing that all the fun and emotion (a dear friend, Angela was returning to South Africa and this was a bit of a BIG farewell) of the previous night shouldn't be lost. He eventually answered and said to pop over. I promptly showered and rode over on my bike, which left me feeling less fit than I'd hoped. After getting round and enjoying another cup of tea (and having to watch him devour a curry sandwich) we decided that today was just going to be an extension of last night so greedily necked another sly half each which remained from the previous night. Next stop was Doug's for more tea and some very load Basement Jaxx to bring us back up to the heights we wished to regain. Well, we needed a plan, and failing any all day clubs in Harpenden (maybe a gap in the market) we decided to pop down the pub for a few bevvies before dinner. After much phoning and some further traveling we all made it down the pub and before we knew it, it was 10 and we'd missed our chance for food! Oh well, we thought, beer will just have to suffice! We got some cards from the bar and had a few rounds of shithead, making the loser of each round (me, more often than not) accept a crown of toilet paper. We got noticed by some people by the bar and after much hilarity got invited to stay after time. I remember losing it with the giggles a few times over 'fridays child being pure evil' but the context escapes me.

At about 1.30 Doug gets up to go to the toilet but on the way blacks out and splits his chin on a table. He is OK but we think maybe a few stitches could be in order. I was sat on a chair chatting to him, when suddenly I went blind. Aaaaaghhhhh! Well, my sight started coming back slowly and I was just starting to think I was getting though it when I passed out as well! I was out for about 5 minutes and with everyone being a bit freaked out, I called an ambulance. After 20 minutes I found myself in Hemel A&E and was soon visited by everyone else who had followed with Doug in a cab. The next thing I knew Polly was seeing how low he could get his heart beat with my heart rate monitor (an impressive 120), Doug was wandering around with his coat on backwards demanding rugs (he meant blankets) and Scott was having a play with the oxygen and generally causing chaos! After waiting for another hour of so we got out just in time to see the sun coming up.

The diagnosis was dehydration and goes to show that even c@ners aren't immortal (despite constantly aspiring to it.) Basically if we'd had a pint of water instead of one on the beers and eaten a meal none of this would have happened! That weekend we were searching for the edge and found it. Now I've made a mental note that being a caner doesn't mean going so hard you pass out but that with a bit of care you can cane it all the harder.

Nuff said. Sorry, gone on more than I intended. I think this Friday we are heading to The Gallery for some more fun but tell us what you're up to and maybe we'll get round to sorting something out. 

Laterz, Gav