old man...
...look at my life car
maximum, z and me are a little confused by the unexplained trio walking up whistable harbour street.
there is a man with a drum, a man blowing a trumpet and a man completely covered in wine bottle corks handing out parts of himself (wine bottle corks) to people as he passes by.
?
in herne bay, maximum is keen to waste as much of his own money as possible in an amusement arcade, 2p at a time.
it pains me to watch this obsessive behaviour but i humour him for £3's worth.
at the same time i try to explain that you NEVER win more than you put in.
z changes up a £1 into 2p's but only spends 40p before he works out the rate of exchange (coins in : coins out)
i pull maximum away begging for more time: he '...ALMOST has that huge chuck of 2p's and the free gift' (worth 10p).
mid-reversing out of the car park space we were in, an old man decides to push past in his car.
being a small mini with space to go, i decide to continue reversing and expect him to stop as i feel i have the right of way.
he does stop, to apply his horn and as he pulls up next to us, he mouths 'PRICK' at me then sticks his tongue out through two open fingers repeatedly.
i laugh at him.
pedestrians in the carpark laugh at him.
maximum says 'i know he's saying something rude but i can't work it out'
another late sunset walk across the now harvested corn fields, ruined by the incredible volume of the constantly screaming sons.
again mrs.perou can hear them about a mile away from our kitchen
not reading the questions properly gets me 83% in my online padi open water theory test part 1.
i should know better: have been doing maths (kent test) papers with maximum most of today.
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