Friday was the longest day at college I have ever had to endure – got up at 6.45 and didn’t get home till about 11.30 due to having to sit through 3 hours of other people’s films at the premiere, where I showed the below trailer. Of course going the pub for a couple hours first helped ease the pain. After waking up for work with not enough sleep the day after, I was greeted by lovely weather for ducks, but not for camping, and a nice healthy cold. After copious amounts of free coffee at work I woke up enough to realize that the sun had burned through the clouds and shortly after I received a text from Cam saying camping is still on. A quick kip afterwards sorted me right out and I jumped in the car off to Asda to get booze, food and petrol. I then picked up Cam & Kurt and the 25 mile trip to Arundel from Portsmouth was spent listening to Journey and Metro Station (embarrassingly catchy song) and Cam not realizing that throwing glass Stella bottles out of the window was indeed a bad idea. The night unfolded as expected and was a proper laugh:
Waking up with just 4 hours sleep, although admittedly I did sleep like a fucking log, I had to drive back uncomfortably over the limit with Cam in the passenger seat still drinking, which didn’t help matters. After getting to Sainsbury’s minutes too late for a fry-up, we dragged out bonfire stenched carcasses towards the hot deli where two chickens were bought for £6, which lasted Cam 5 minutes and me the rest of the day. At this point Cam thought that getting naked and doing as the Metro Station song suggested by “shaking it” on the way out of Sainsbury’s carpark would go down well with the rather attractive young girls of Chichester.
We then spent a good part of the afternoon asleep at Cam’s house and after we rose we decided we shouldn’t actually waste this glorious day and left the house to ‘chill’ at the common, which brings me nicely to my next anecdote. We were parked on the side of the road debating what to do as everyone had left before we even got there, and decided that coffee would go down a treat. As Cam was faffing about in the passengers seat rolling a fag or something, I started to reverse then almost straight away I hear Cam shouting “Stop!” accompanied by a rather loud sound of creaking metal. I look over to see the door bent backwards around a lamppost – apparently Cam hadn’t closed it and I was parked next to the only lamppost on the street, just my luck. After discovering that the door definitely doesn’t close, and barely opens for that matter, Cam phoned his mum’s boyfriend who knows a couple of things about cars. Using the only rope like material in the car, a hoody, the door was securely fastened through the window and sunroof. I had actually sobered up by this time in case you’re wondering.
Driving around roundabouts was interesting, but we did manage to get back to Cam’s without him falling out of the car. Discovering that the reason the door wasn’t closing was because it had been pushed towards the front of the car, therefore not aligned properly with the latch, Em (Cam’s Mum’s boyfriend) proceeded to pull the door back into place using some industrial rope wrench thing, but it took so much force he was pulling the car back through the handbrake.
After a good half hour he managed to get the door to close but with a fat gap at the top where it wasn’t meeting the roof – you could fit your whole hand into it. After some brute force and persistence we managed to get the door to be more or less waterproof, bar one small gap which I have sealed with bubble wrap and duck tape (well I haven’t yet, but I will), which was good because I was told that because the part of the car that the door hinges are attached to is actually bent back, it could make my car a write off. So now the door of my car sits wonky and every time someone needs to open the window they get a work out, but it’s all in good fun.
Jesus that was a long post.