As many people stayed over

mainly due to the closure of the blackwall tunnel, we wibbled over to a random cafe in the centre of town, which was adequate, and Ad ran off without paying, footing us with the huge bill for his orange juice. How we loathe his chaotic mannerisms and tendancy to steal newly born infants from our ample bosoms.

We/I then recovered somewhat, before heading on down to Mile End, to see all the pretty fireworks, amongst the puddles. Very good, with music and crazy moving crane stars with fire spurting out of them. We resisted the fairground and headed back. Very good for freeness. We watched Britannia High once we got back. I think it was the second episode, and therefore crap and as a collective have decided against persuing it anymore.

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