Ray's mum is called Pookie. Pookie is a very talented botanical artist, and do you know what very talented botanical artists have? Year passes to Wakehurst Place, that's what. Wakehurst Place (http://www.kew.org/visitor/visitwp.html) is very pretty. It's part of Kew Gardens, but instead of being in Hellish London (where the vermin of the world live) it is near Haywards Heath (the heart of mid-Sussex). Great news!
It wasnt the nicest of days to walk around a garden, however beautiful and interesting the garden is. Still, we took a brisk walk around, looking for a particular flower that Pookie wanted us to photograph, so that she could paint it. We didnt find the flower, because we forgot what it was and the one we found that could have been it didnt have a handy information sign anywhere near it. Annoying, but fine. We really did look though, poking around under unidentifiable bushes in the pouring drizzle, but we could not see.
Soon after this, I fucked up. There was a big sign when we arrived, informing us that there was a bee keeping show and tell thing going on at 2:30, which is obviously a very interesting and good thing to see, so we decided to. Sadly, I was convinced that the very interesting bee keeping show and tell thing was at 1:30, and we arrived an hour early.
We had a cup of tea. Ray had some cake and I enjoyed a scone. All excellent things, and then we looked around the Millennium Seed Bank for far longer than I think you really need to, and then we sat, and got chased around by an enormous spider. We suspect the spider was brought in with some seeds and is technically an illegal immigrant, but so long as it doesnt bite and kill anyone, all is well.
Eventually the very interesting bee keeping show and tell thing began, and somehow we managed to be late. We were outside, it was inside, there were people milling everywhere, we ended up at the back. Same old story! The long and the short of it is that the very interesting bee keeping show and tell thing turned out to be very uninteresting, and completely devoid of bees. There was an exceptionally dull man who scraped honey off boards (quite interesting for 14 seconds) in complete silence, for 40 minutes. We left.
To the bar!
Our friend Gina used to go out with a boy called Jake, who is now doing very well as an artist. Sadly, Gina broke up with Jake to go out with Colby. Gina and Colby went out for a little while, and then broke up. Last night was Colby's birthday celebrations, and a group of us - not including Gina because she lives in Wales now, but including Ray, myself and our friend Cara (who is mad) - went to Brighton.
Last night was Pride night.
Brighton was packed. We started in Spoons - classic, and moved on to a club called Digital. I'm not actually allowed in Spoons because I once threw up in a pitcher after downing a dirty pint in a toast to Graham Turner, and got barred. Graham Turner has an excellent bottom. I wore a dress that I borrowed from my cousin Megan, and some very silly, yet very beautiful shoes. I also has a bit of an incident with the glitter and ended up looking like a disco ball. It's ok though, because someone told me I was beautiful, so that was nice. Cara and I encountered a mad girl in the toilet. She was dancing up against the sink and as I came out of the cubicle she hugged me. I was surprised, but not displeased I suppose. She told us that her ex boyfriend used to beat her up, and that she used to be a stripper. Cara repeatedly told her to love herself (Cara is a repeater). I interjected with comments like 'yeah girl' and 'shake it sister', I dont know why. Annie went in the toilet 15 minutes later and met the same girl, and had the same conversation. She was certainly mad.
Ray and I debuted the Hoedown Throwdown, which impressed everyone far more than I expected it to. We also did a dance that a wrestler does, but that's fine, wrestlers are dancers too. Cara told me that she fancies Joanna Lumley, which was a surprise to me and will probably come as a surprise to her boyfriend. Apparently Joanna says 'hello' and Cara comes over all tingly. Colby's friend Simon turned out to be quite a good dancer, and quite a lot of people got their faces painted. As far as hook-ups go, I dont think there were any, which isnt very interesting, gossip wise. Fun night though.
The taxi back to Ray's house cost us £22, which was truly excellent as we'd expected to have to pay at least £40. Cara did not stop talking the entire journey home, which was exhausting for me and Ray, but the taxi driver loved it. He used to work in Chichester, but now he doesnt.
In other news, I have been favourited 5 times that I know of, which is incredibly exciting. Also I finished reading After the Break, by GMTV's Penny Smith - it was good but the ending didnt seem complete enough. I have also decided on the names of my future children after reading Everything Beautiful, by Simmone Howell, which I thought was very good indeed.
Today, in true exhausted/hungover style, Ray and I watched:
Chasing Liberty
The Little Mermaid
High School Musical
Groundhog Day
Hairspray.
I actually still haven't seen the little mermaid...
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