painting strangers faces with glitter in the middle of the dancefloor
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sitting on random shoulders above the crowds, trying not to fall over
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falling over
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'the lights look like leopard print' and other such gems with Prim & Suz in a random (very empty bar) in Clapham
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the 'epic', £60 taxi ride with delirious giggles and 20quid down after a costcutter spree (vodka, crisps, wine, diet coke, juice, chocolate and milk)
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struggling on sunday but feeling quite blissful with tea and X-Factor repeats
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dancing, very slowly (and wishing I could dutty wine) through the endless crowds at carnival
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finally finding SANCHO PANZA stage (after slight police barrier panic) and fighting our way to the front!
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having my own personal music moment when Prince comes one
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making friends with random italiens in fancy dress, rastas with vuvuzelas, chavs and a naughty bearded man
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having an absolute panic attack post carnival when we realise we have gone round in a circle, and are completely lost and surrounded by rather scary individuals
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walking all the way to Kensal Rise underground (wtf!) but finally getting home safe and sound for beans on toast, cuddles and heros box set.
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one seriously good weekend.
x
