The long-weekend got off to a relaxing start this evening when I had dinner with Leftwing Idiot and our friend Keir. The meal was interrupted for a moment when I tipped a glass of water over my head. Later Fat Sister and a drunk King Russell joined us. The five of us watched Three Miles North of Molkom, a documentary film about a Swedish hippie camp (which I’d fully recommend if you haven’t seen it yet).
For some reason my tics had become infectious and when Fat Sister was out of the room, King Russell blurted out something about wanting to ride my mum at an outdoor classical music concert. This got even funnier the more he failed to explain what he meant.