get withdrawl symptoms mate? im not suprised. how is the leafy glades of surrey these days anyway?

well, its a bank holiday soon, innit? keep ur ear peeled. we were also thinking of doing some minor parties in liscenced venues around dorking, cos we know there are a fair few of bored shitless partyheads with nowt to do. the football club is too small, brockham rugby club might be worth a bash, they seem to put up with a lot from what i remember, but there must be somewhere else, like a pub or summat that has more space than the watermill. any suggestions?

i cant imagine who’s fault that is. arf. i didnt think the techno nights would last that long.

yea, so i gather, had many a savage party in that lace, way back when. hopefully theyve been lulled back into a false sense of security.

they dont put you on pub watch for nothing. specially not in dorking. im tempted to pop into the malthouse, just to see your mug on the printoff they have in the office. then again, if i never see that racist prick who now runs it ever again, it’ll be too soon. ben is it? proper cock. still, brokham pubs generally dont give a toss. get a haircut and a new coat, and im sure you’ll get back into the dorking pubs…just try and not look so darka, arka.

why am i not suprised that grant was involved. still, im glad he’s still alive and kicking (miracle if u ask me) you wanna go and be nice to the malty’s big black bouncer, chef as he’s know to me, hes a lovely chap really. if you tell him a few tales he’ll love you forever. he gets a bit lonely on the door i think. yer, guildfords alright, (why teh fuck is scruffy muphy’s now the brittania or wotnot, how gay).

no ben? phat! i hope he got bottled for being a bigotted arsehole. denise was alright if you got on the right side of her. buy hera glass of red and she’s anyones. she not even living upstairs? not that its that interesting, but you know she is the granddaughter of the richardson crime family? when relatives come, you should here the shit they come out with after a lockin. darkside.

smack that nail on the head!

say hi to grant for me, ive still got his fishing rod if he’s interested.

he can stop hiding as well, tell him i dont give a shit. he’ll know what i mean. get him on here or to email me at usemal@gmail.com

a bass, a cod, a wibbly wobbly rod!

2c what? juicy 2c pie!

that was a fucking dangerous day, did you see those geezers with the 12ft slingshot firing something or other (waterballons?) over the big tent. proper mintness.

general lighting off here came to rescue that day, i went in some timewarp and had no way home, and he straightened my head out enough to deal with it so i didnt just kip in the dance tent. hes a saviour.