A story!

Here's a spot of mood music first.




We got so hammered the night before.

Fatboy was upset about... ah bugger I can't even remember which one or what reason.

We drank the entire night, I stopped at about 3 fights and chased fatty around Jln Sultan so he wouldn't jump into the river...

At about 5 in the morning we crawled into our rooms...

and woke up 2 hrs later a still very drunk fatboy was shaking me awake and slurring...

"Eh! We have go now... we volunteered remember?"

No I didn't, I was drunk from matching shot for shot with my friend. I was tired from stopping fights and chasing him from killing himself...

"Its for the kids man, we need to go now!"


Fatty drove like Schumacher to the school, I'm so glad I wasn't coherent...

we had discussed it weeks ago.

All he mentioned was we had to help out at some disabled kids school, so I signed on.

We got there late, and the fun fair was in full swing.

I remember vague things about the day.

We chased each other around... there was a big incident involving a velcro suit, a jumping castle and being stuck upside down on the sticky wall, hell we walked funny everywhere (being drunk and all) *chuckle*

The kids loved us.

They rang us the year after that hoping to book the funny clowns again.

We'll go back one day.