Monday 9 March 2009

gabriela batistuta

so the day came that my birthday was upon me again, i dont really like birthdays, so we allways try to go away. so we headed to barcelona. mainly just a lads on tour thing going on, and o we did. we walked around a bit and saw a few archtitectural sort of things, then found a rad little irish bar and had it. Jenn got her yams out.
probably the highlight of the night was talking to this irish couple who had just had a kid, and the lady gave jenn and i the most amazingly graphic description of what it was like to give birth. and when you get drunk you get well into it. all i can say is that im glad i can never get pregnant. savage. your poor mother longman. so this here is scott the punk. we just got back into gatwick and we missed our bus by 2 minutes. walked back into the airport to look a some magazines and there was scott the punk and i staring at each other in amazement. but all i can say is that its lovely to see a friendly face.

frank got sorted out. daz getting kitted out.

i need to pull my trousers up. we rode the jumps on saturday, and it was super super fun. its the start of hopefully an amazing year down the woods. i cant wait. i have to get myself a little camera.
got a guinea pig. pretty much the best thing since sliced bread. she (jasmina) lays in bed with us in the mornings and licks my hand. what a glorious life.
goodnight sweetheart.
take it easy. thanks to lightsinthewoods for the pictures.
peace and love. x aidansaidan.


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