well since just everyone is posting rural shiz and hippy skies, i thought i'd jump on the bandwagon at the last possible minute.

we were at a bar once full of old belgians prostitutes and women with dogs shitting in the pockets of their fur coats, and someone suggested that the appropriate thing to do would be to dance on the table to jonny halliday or whatever they were playing. we did it, but lucy was too embarassed (though i seem to remember her pretending to puke on a swedish girl for a laugh earlier that night) we got down and lucy finally grew the requisite balls and was climbing onto the table when for the manager came over and said hey kiddies, that's not where it's at. Um we amused the bums though, so the manager had a change of (black, belgian) heart and gave us the green light. lucy got up, and as she was awkwardly throwing her first move, the song ended.

not much later that evening she puked and kicked a glass into the gutter cos she 'thought it was a football'