Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

Before lockdown, I hid in the Cold War bunker in Gravesend. Here are some photos:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/squirmelia/albums/72157713927652147

To celebrate my 3-cubed birthday, me and 12 of my excellent friends headed to the Secret Nuclear Bunker. From Epping tube station, we got a 501 bus that dropped us by a field near to the bunker, where we ate cake and jelly to prepare ourselves for the potential apocalypse.

The bunker itself was filled with fascinating items of junk, including old computers, sultry dummies, maps, bunk-beds and geiger counters. I couldn't help but feel guilty that I was hiding inside a bunker, as opposed to at the No Trident march, which was also occurring in London that day. A cat, who may have been named Catastrophe, clung to me, as I tried to leave the bunker.

As the apocalypse had failed to emerge, we headed to The Foundry, where we waved doll heads on sticks at each other, before encountering the Snap Your Chap exhibition. It was odd, but amusing to watch people's reactions to seeing so many photos of that particular body part. Pixelation appeared like a disease in some of the photos, but others contained writing, patterns, piercings, and random objects on top of them.

Some of us finished the night at Feeling Gloomy, immersing ourselves in gloominess and reading poems about rats on the bathroom walls, or dancing until the night ended, but not the world.

Thanks everyone who came!