If 2012 could be captured in one word thus far, then it could be 'birthdays'. I've never been to so many in an eight month period. It's felt like there's been at least one party/gathering/happening to celebrate a b-day every week for as long as I can remember. This one in July was notable as much of it took place on a fucking barge mate. We journeyed in and around Hackney drinking grog, eating hummus, smoking chronic and generally acting all nautically naughty for about four hours. The day after could only be described as P.A.I.N.F.U.L...
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