Easter Weekend

'You see in the old days when people used to care about Easter...' Archie Proudfoot, 2009.

Easter weekend was a lot more action packed and fun filled than it has been for a long time. Bar a completely hanging Saturday which culminated in Match of the Day, everyday was pretty fun.

On the friday, we had a really good game of footy, played in the light drizzle, so the ball was playing along the ground perfectly and beautiful football ensued. That evening I went out for dinner with the fams for my tia (auntie) Anna's birthday, at the same restaurant we went to the week before with the guest we had last week but Tia wasn't to know... Ali and Sherene met me outside the restaurant as they were walking down to Finsbury Park, and we went to Angel to meet the others at the Spoons who were having pre-ish drinks for Grace's b'day. On the journey i made the supposed faux pas of telling Ali about Hannah's potential beau, which he obviously can't be bothered about anymore. After a few beers and shots at the Spoons we tried to go to this congolese club where electroworks used to be. As we got to the door the bouncer was like 'Are all of you together?' too which i replied yeh, so he goes 'Sorry we cant do that' ok then. With no1 really up for the soon-ending Big Chill or the long-queued Egg, we decided to head to Archies where his little sister was also having a little gathering. Tempers flared when Archie found out that, on Sherene telling him she was about to be sick, Danny led her into Archie's downstairs (the parents) living room. To cheer Archie up, me and Danny had a rap battle of sorts, which involved me Joe on the piano and me a Danny having what can only be described as a argument you would find in a musical. Later on there I thought it would be funny to text, TO HER 'MUMMY', Hi Sorry. I'm quite drunk and about to have sex with some random guy. I hope you still love me. I did write it but couldnt send it, Danny did, a minute later the phone starts ringing. MUMMY. We didnt know what to do so we moved it to another table.

Sunday was a 12 hour shoreditch bonanza. After lunch with the fams where my Dad thought i had a burst capillary in my face, you know the thinks alcoholics have, i couldnt believe it. After lunch Dad announced that he, Mum and Tia were going to the river, so I asked for a lift to brick lane as i was meeting my friends who had supposedly been there since 3. I got there at 4 (via the Brick lane sunday bric-a-brac market which was so cool) only to find that no1 was there yet. I then went to get some cash by Spitafields, so decided to have a look around. Boy has it changed, it seems so regimented and clean, gone are the overflowing stalls of pretty but pretty useless stuff, replaced by stalls selling CDs of world music and organic clothing. No more are the 5-a-side pitches i used top play on when i was 10 in their place stand branches of Wagamama, Giraffe and the Gourmet Burger Co. I texted Grace if she was down yet, and she replied saying everyone was coming down after 5.30 so she was gonna come down then. It was 4.30 so i went to the pub and watched Fulham batter Man City. Grace arrived at the end of the game, she had left earlier to aid my cause, and walking to the offie we bumped into Tom who had also come down on a whim but at a more suitable time. After a few farcical attempts to get into the alleyway by 1001 we finally got in, Tom with a beer in each of his inside pockets, grace with her gin in her bag and me with 2 in my jacket, one in Graces, and one down the front of my Jeans. The next 5 or so hours went by quite quickly actually it was about 2 hours before other ex-latymerians got there and the other couple of hours were spent windin and skankin inside 1001 with the 100% Dynamite DJs. A few people went on to Cargo, but Danny persuaded me to go to Big Chill with him, Archie, Joe, Fraser and Laurence, for some party classics. We ended off the night with some Disco boogie at Cargo, eventually anyway, after the bouncers wouldnt let us in, for no reason, until their bosses told them off anyway. haha. Grace now thinks i'm the most dedicated friend ever now.

On monday I went for lunch in Highgate with the rents and the tia, followed by footie in Highgate woods, played a lot worse this time, probably due to the pub lunch, and the dry uncut grass, yeah that was it, it was the grass... At night it was gussy's party where i was welcomed by possibly the most sexual nice-to-meet-you kiss on the cheek ever from Gussy and Emma's uni mate Lucy. seriously was ridiculous, like actually memorable enough for me to write about it now. The thing i told Ali about on Friday night about Hannah came to the fore when Laurence arrived, I was upstairs at the time having some sentimental and nostalgic moments with Emma, but apparently things got deep and old skool, looks like there are still skeletons in that closet. I ended up drinking 5 cans and a bottle of wine, but was the most sober (least drunk) i had been all weekend, maybe the comment made my Dad has some relevance...