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Today was pretty.
Wake at 7:51am, dreary but optimistic. Shower, and watch a few chapters of Big Push '08. Head out onto the street with Hugo for a quick skate.
It wasn't bad, all things considered, we performed on par, and eventually it was time for me to go and meet Scorch. I say eventually, I mean I was begging for the reaper's oily clutches the moment I stepped on the skateboard. That aside, I meet Scorch, after arriving 5 minutes late. On the way to town, we are stopped by a peculiar girl, named Tor. She and Scorch traded quite conversation for a while whilst I stood there looking not unlike a beaten piece of fruit. Note: Tor was not wearing any shoes.
After that surreal encounter, the crew headed down into town, and withdrew cash from consecutive cash machines. I think we all knew at this point that the money would be spent on nothing useful, or constructive. After glancing at a few over-priced items of clothing, we decided to stop for a milkshake. Or, I guess it would be more accurate to call them, "Fucking-floor-tasting-bile-broths"
However, after paying two-pounds fifty on each 'shake', we felt it necessary to finish them. Clutching our bowels and praying for our earthy graves, **we decided to attempt to "walk it off" by strolling, (at a steady pace mind) back along the main street in Falmouth. We paused outside Subway for a good couple of minutes, scared to enter the gloomy and oh so humid shack that they call a resturant... however we finally ventured inside because the taste in our mouths was just too much to bear. A taste might I add, that can only be described as that of a monstrous reconstruction of the famous "Big BBQ Meat Feast". However once inside I think the smells started to have an effect on us and we soon relaxed. In that moment we created the best dame game know to mankind.

"Drenchwars" : Drenchwars is a simple game, it involves two players, each with consecutive bottle of 'Drench' spring water. Take the two competitors and place on ever so slippery counter in Subways. Watch as, not unlike children, they proceed to smash the two bottles together until one of them hits the floor, with an anti-climaxing thud.

An hour of disappointment later, and it was time for Scorch to leave. I think I heard her groan as she entered her house, out of sheer regret for the decision she'd made to meet me.
That aside, I met Hugo at Spar shortly afterwards, and we walked, quick-paced, to mine. After collecting my skate and changing shoes, we headed off down maritime, where we proceed to out show 5 or 6 twats that were pretending to skate there.
The next 4 hours I can only describe as bliss. We skated the best we have done in years, if not ever. Hugo finally landed a 360 Pop shuv-it, so big gratz there. We sandwiched* it straight for hours, poppin' off big heels, and touching up some under 7's whilst we roll.

Head back to mine, pick up some potato wedges on the way.
Life is fun.

*Too frightened to use such terms as 'trashed' 'ripped' 'shredded' etc.

**Edit. Scorch.