Was looking for something to do Saturday night, calling round again just as the day before, with exactly the same results, no one seemed to be up for any thing. Just as I was about to give up the search and get on COD4 for the rest of the night, and a friend came online (i didn't have their number) and I thought it was worth a shoot to see what they were up to... Pub... Chalfont st.peter.. I'm there!!
So I go out, and its ok just average night out. Every ones messing around, talking, having a laugh... JESUS CHRIST!! My friend Sacha showed me this freaking lump thing she had on her wrist! like a gangaly or somthing.. she keeped making me poke it.. it was sick!..
After the pub every one was deciding what to do next, some people were going home, some people were going to the next pub, but couple of mates said about a party in Beaconsfield.. That's me right there! Pop back to me mates, pick some stuff up, drop some stuff off, get in the car and start driving... Now after a few turns I'm totally lost, I don't know the area at all I got both Ben and Luke trying to tell me directions, were going down thin winding country roads, at 60!! (Witch is actually the speed limit down these things!!)
I'm on a slight corner so I got the breaks on, slowing to about 45ish.. and its a really slight corner.. just keeps turning.. turning.. turning.. SUDDENLY!.. bloody right angle!.. I turn to account for the corner but I'm going to fast. I slam on the breaks!!...
Now one thing I've always said is "you know.. Ive always wanted to be in a car crash".. so I can relate.. I've heard so many story's from friends, and friends of friends, about crashes. But I felt I could never know exactly what it was like and how they must have felt... Now I do..
So I'm wedged between this tree and ditch, a little in shock, and I'm trying to relay to my self what had just happened... like maybe it didn't happen?.. what is going on?.. where am I?... OMG I'm in a tree!!.. OK shit.. now what? Luke and Ben get out the car to maybe see if we can push it out the ditch, and as they step out onto the road their feet sink into about 3inches of mud!.. so while I'm dry and clean in the drivers seat of my car, Luke and Ben are outside trying their hardest to push my car out from this wet slippy ditch... and to make it worse, as they are pushing, I'm reversing and spraying them with mud from the wheels...
We were never gona get that thing out.. we try calling every one we know to try to find some help.. some one to pull us out maybe?.. or even just a lift somewhere and then deal with it in the morning... My brother... you just have to love my brother! I call him up and strait away hes like "ill be right there". So were siting at the road side in the middle of nowhere, I have absolutely no idea where the hell we are and every thing is still slowly sinking in... Ben starts skinning up a joint... Now I'm not really a stoner (I used to be bout 3-4 years ago) but right then... That was exactly what I needed...
Still waiting around and getting rather stoned of this joint, the phone rings and its my brother asking for directions. I give the phone strait to Ben who know roughly where we are and he starts giving him the left and rights... To bad we were sending him in the wrong direction!... We finally get him on the road were on and we can here him beeping his horn like a mad man! we all jump to the side of the road... and he pull up in the tiniest car probably every made.. we take one look at my car... one look at his (well it was actually his girlfriend new car)... There is no way we are getting it out with that!.. haha!
Still.. he could give us a lift out of there and that was fine by all of us. We where all cold and wet, and just wanted to get some where warm and relax for a wile... to the party!.. Now what an entrance we made. Pulling up at nearly 5am bare foot (took our shoes off to get in the car) and totally caked in mud... But.. I couldn't really care less.. theres drink, weed, music, 4 walls and a ceiling over my head!.. lets get messy...
Every thing dies down... me and Luke are still up (about 8-9ish) and were chatting, chilling, blaze the last of the draw and decide to try get some sleep before this long (and I mean fucking long) trek we got ahead of us back to the car. I must have probably slept for about half an hour. I wake up to Luke scouring the room for a cigarette and with no luck we thought fuck it lets just go... So with no food or water we set out on a trek across the country side after a night drinking and smoking.
On our way out the house... there was some guy... asleep in a sleeping bag in the garden! not any one who was at the party.. and no one knew who the hell he was?.. To random for me at this time.. lets just leave him be... We set off down the road, walking at a rather slow but steady pace, and after only a few minutes... I'm already starting to feel the dehydration... My mouth is dry, my lips are cracking up, the sun is booming!! There is nothing as far as you can see in both directions. I keep hoping that form around the corner, a petrol station or shop maybe?... but nothing.. Every now and then we would pass a house (and these are some proper nice houses) and at one house we passed... the was a tap on the outside wall! I run over... quickly down as much water as I can and run back out...
Our next place to possibly stop for water is the Bellhouse hotel, but its still about an hour away, so we just keep walking on... now the Bellhouse hotel is a real posh place. 5star, marble floors, gold trim everything, people in and out with suits and briefcases... and here we are.. dressed in baggy jeans and t shirts, caked in mud, and smelling like drugs and alcohol... But I couldn't really care less... I need water, so I walk right in, to the bar.. "excuse me have you got any water"... The bar lady point to the side.. and theres a huge water cooler.. Jackpot!... With my thirst now well and truly quenched, I'm ready. Ready to get to my car and get it out that bloody ditch...
Were walking about maybe another hour before we finally reach the car. We get there and it dawns on us... we didn't really have a plan of what to do once we got here... the car is still stuck, were in no better situation that we was last night!?! I guess we can now see the damage (witch isn't as bad as I first thought) and there are gona be more cars going past in the day (and hopefully the will be willing to help).
First car drives past.. stops.. reverses up.. "you guys need any help?.. I got some rope in the back". What a stroke of luck! The guy pulls up behind the car, ties all the rope up and tows us out. I'm literally standing round feeling useless! but the car is out, and every one form the stream of cars (now building up round the corner) was out and helping push the car to the side of the road. The next guy gave us the jump with the engine, and then Luke!! the genius!.. starts pulling a load of stuff out my car!?.. a jack, spare wheel, wrench!?.. I didn't even know I had this stuff...
Chatting to the first guy that pulled up, he said he was a DJ.. I'm like "my brother is a DJ?"... They only bloody know each other!.. the where DJ on the same Pirate radio station for a while! what are the odds of that!
So here we are.. cars running fine.. got all 4 wheels on.. little bit of a dent up the front.. but Bloody hell!.. Were off!.. Stopping by a petrol station to double check every thing is ok (and it is!!) I get a phone call... "you still up for this BBQ?". I look at my self all muddy and stinking.. "emmm can i shower at yours?".. "yeah sure".. "then I'm there!". I drop Luke and his girl home, got to my friends, get washed up and go to this BBQ. Good food I tell you, and I'm so hungry! I just keep eating...
Chilling in the sun for a while and I start thinking about making a move home, I have been up and out for well over 36hours and am really starting to feel it... But then.. again with the phone!.. Its only bloody fathers day today! I head strait over pick my brother up and head to the meal (not really complaining... more food! lol.. mmmmmm). We have a curry in this Indian restaurant on Kingshill just round the corner from my dads, and again.. really good food, I am STUFFED!.. and sooo tired. Just a couple more hours and I can get home and get into bed...
... I don't... I get in and play COD4 till 8-9 in the morning and pass out with the control still in my hand.. But I got to say.. I woke up that morning (well afternoon) after having the best sleep I've probably had in a long time, and such an awesome weekend behind me!.. Such an ordeal, tired dirty and stressed but an adventure.. and its good to be home...
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