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A very strange night last night. We were still up drinking at 1am when all of a sudden we could hear the sounds of a rave coming from somewhere.
It sounded really close (like 4 or 5 houses away) and being drunk and stoned we decided to go crash it.
We reached the end of the village none the wiser as to its location, it still sounded really close. We made an drunken executive decision to find the sucker, and so we found ourselves drawn by the booming sub-bass like rats to the pied-piper.
After 2 miles of climbing over England's finest countryside: fences, getting bogged down in swamps, stung by stinging nettles, eaten by insects unseen - we were no nearer to the mysterious rave.
Its disappointing, because it constantly sounded like it was round the next bend, or through the nearest clump of trees. But it never was and eventually we turned round and clumped home defeated.
Got home at 4am, soggy, muddy, bitten, stung, crestfallen yet highly amused by the whole episode. |
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