Friday 4th September 2015 - Junkzilla
1 x bank holiday
6 x junk boats
5 x floral head garlands
200 x people
As you can imagine, it was carnage. There was a lovely man who took it upon himself to continuously top up our bubbles for the first three hours which was a top start. Then the cocktails appeared. And then the wine. I ended up having a sit down dinner in Soho afterwards, because that seemed like the most logical idea. Sophisticated evening diners quite clearly want two drunk girls, who stink of the sea, knocking back G&T’s and patatas bravas on the table next to them.
Unfortunately the sun didn’t shine, but in the end that made the next day a lot less painful because there was no sunburn to wrestle with on top of the hangover.
And I didn’t lose any belongings. None at all! What an absolute triumph.
