^ Thanks.
There is another story, but it's not all there.
At a mates birthday party, which we organised in a farmers field somewhere in county durham, I met some rope walkers and jugglers who road around the country on modified bicylces that had sprockets everywhere and bits welded on to carry their stuff.
THey followed us back to Newcastle, to the Tanners pub, where they put on an impromptu show (I think it was the jubilee weekend). I don't really know what happened after this, but I went AWOL for about three weeks, I was with them for part of it, travelling around off my nut, I met up with some London squaters who organised squat parties, I hung out with some fancy business types into art and design and ended up in Edinburgh Manchester, Glasgow, Leeds, London, Liverpool, Hull and a few other places as well.
To this day I'm not sure what all happened, or how it all unfolded, I know that there were lots of wobbly-eggs that probably contributed to my memory failure.
I was found lying in my hallway by the girl who rented my spare room from me telling me she thought I was dead when she came home, but realised that I was ok, but the stench of alcohol could be smelt before she opened the door. She knew I wasn't actually dead, because I had given her updates during my adventures as to where I was - hence how I know some of the cities and what happened.
God just remembered the one where I met some Greeks and hung out with them at their restaurant that never had any customers for two weeks, before they groomed our mate and took her to Greece. He the owner turned out to be some sort of smuggler in the end with a shed full of blow somewhere on the island.
She ended up returning after a few months because she was more messed up than usual.
I'd forgotten about that. That was all during a K binge and it was all real. I can picture the restaurant now and have an idea how to find it....but not sure if I could
