It's standard procedure that if you invite a shitload of people over with about 8 hours notice only a worthy dedicated few who love a goddamn barbecue will show up. Well, as so happens Ben and I had a small gathering that petered out into a pretty drunk barbecue/bonfire episode that went on til 3am when our firewood scavenging extended into neighbourhood gardens and lights started going on. The night looks even shitter than it was as I wasn't allowed to photograph wide angle or make any pictures with *
censored* in the vicinity as it's against *
their* political wishes to be captured alongside such undesirables as myself, the artist formerly known as 80's revival Richard, and squatter Ken. Alas, unfortunately *
their* right elbow makes a cameo in the below photograph, I sure hope *
they* don't sue me.
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| Jessie poncing on our food |
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| Squatter Ken & Jessie |
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| Ben & Jessie |
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| Richie in the garden, Reading |
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| Ken stoking the fire |
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| Ben, Ken & Jessie |
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| Ben & Ken sitting by the fire |
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