squirmelia | Mime the sky

Friday night, after a short trip to Voltaire's Mansion, I ended up at Metal Nation at The Old Fat Cat with

mcfie and

gevurah. I got asked for ID, even though I am 23. I headbanged, I have neckache. We met these gay French mime artists who had come down from London for the night, because they had a booking at 3.30am, to mime what the sky was like at 3.30am. A difficult task when you don't know exactly what it is going to be like until it happens, I would imagine. How do you mime the sky in a discernible way that people can tell what it is like at 3.30am as opposed to 3.29am anyway, unless there is a major change in sky colour or weather?

Sunday, I bought "The girl with curious hair" and tasted Vanilla Diet Coke for the first time. Also sat on the beach and watched the waves, and played air-hockey. Unfortunately, the Vanilla Diet Coke caused mass hallucinations, and I saw the following people when walking back from the station:
1. A man wearing lederhosen
2. People with parcels tied all over their body
3. Many nuns
4. Women wearing yellow checked dresses and bunches, marching after a nun blowing a whistle
5. People covered in brown paper, possibly pretending to be parcels

Today, I stood at the bus-stop, and saw a man who was jogging, but then he tripped over, and did a somersault, and then jogged again, so I must drink lots more normal Diet Coke and Diet Dr Pepper to try to stop these strange sightings.