After a night under the bridge and on the bottle we were awoken by a street cleaner who was convinced we were a band of homeless people. True in a temporary sense. Except for Dykmans who snuck away and got himself a hostel for the night..Bad form old bean. Haha.
Eventually it dried up enough to skate so we ventured into the streets, well we all got pissed on the steps at this kinked ledge and watched Sam try to get a trick. Dallas’ suggestion that Sam pour beer on the landing in an attempt to aid the revert seemed like a good idea at the time, well it was funny when he kept slipping out..