Thursday night
Just so that I don't get too far behind with my story telling .... here are some photos from our last night out in Exeter, to Warehouse. We're back to Nurton's camera, which means slightly fuzzy pictures. I am going to send it back to France when I am next home with a letter telling them to fix ALL the fault this time.
John and Colin in the club looking radiant.
John recoils in disgust when Lindsey tells him a naughty joke (John doesn't cope well with rude humour, he is too posh and polite!).
Outside Warehouse. From Left to Right: Colin, Emily, Dan, Me, Lindsey and Caroline. (I'd never noticed how short Lindsey was before.)
Many people through their ignorance think that the activity of "Domestic Violence" was invented by some drunk middle aged man after a night of watching violent films. The truth couldn't be further from this false assumption. The real champion of DV is actually a woman who goes by the name of Katalie. I was carrying Kat and Kat was carrying me (isn't it amazing how this works when drunk when logically it makes no sense!) up the hill from the quay when for no reason what so ever Kat swung around and knocked her housemate Elkie to the floor in what she described as "a loving' gesture of friendship"*. All of Kat's housemates are so used to this that they just pick themselves up (see above), hug her and carry on. For casual onlookers (such as myself) it is a little more distressing. I am just glad that Kat doesn't love me enough to be included in this friendship ritual.
*Don’t get me wrong, she is not a complete nutter, just a bit hitty (in a gentle way!)
John and Colin in the club looking radiant.
John recoils in disgust when Lindsey tells him a naughty joke (John doesn't cope well with rude humour, he is too posh and polite!).
Outside Warehouse. From Left to Right: Colin, Emily, Dan, Me, Lindsey and Caroline. (I'd never noticed how short Lindsey was before.)
Many people through their ignorance think that the activity of "Domestic Violence" was invented by some drunk middle aged man after a night of watching violent films. The truth couldn't be further from this false assumption. The real champion of DV is actually a woman who goes by the name of Katalie. I was carrying Kat and Kat was carrying me (isn't it amazing how this works when drunk when logically it makes no sense!) up the hill from the quay when for no reason what so ever Kat swung around and knocked her housemate Elkie to the floor in what she described as "a loving' gesture of friendship"*. All of Kat's housemates are so used to this that they just pick themselves up (see above), hug her and carry on. For casual onlookers (such as myself) it is a little more distressing. I am just glad that Kat doesn't love me enough to be included in this friendship ritual.
*Don’t get me wrong, she is not a complete nutter, just a bit hitty (in a gentle way!)
posted by Nurton at 10:12 am
1 Comments:
Hi, thanks for dropping by.
I would have thought that having committed Criminal Domestic Violence, a third of your crime the (the V bit) would show you* have the aptitude needed for the armed forces. Rape on the other hand?????
*“You” in the generic meaning of the word not referring to you Chip!
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