A number of nocturnal recollections have been floating in and out of view of late, mostly involving people I am vaguely familiar of from being an undergraduate (someone called Mark, who lived along Dereham Road, possibly a friend of Toby). This one, however, is a fortnight old, and features none of them.
'I have returned home, and plans are afoot for some sort of coastal based japes, possibly along the east coast near Cleethorpes from the look of a map I spy my brother perusing. Later, most people are gone, outside discussing the relative merits of certain forms of transportation. I couldn’t care less. Inside, in a house that is a combination of Chris’ nan’s/Stefan’s and somewhere I stayed on holiday as a child, Richard Bacon kicks around a variety of objects, including an old pair of my glasses, which he eventually crushes. I’m starting to go off the coastal idea. We are outside instead, by a large house in a field overlooked on all sides by cliffs. There is a game happening. It involves me, and some others, stealing money from some ‘marked men’ (they are marked in an intangible way…I just know). The first and only one I tackle is Adrees Udin, and as I rob him, the field fills with more and more people. I start running, with Russell Barras-Smith alongside, whom I throw money to. I goad the other ‘team’. They cannot catch me. At the other side of the field is some sort of ballpond where I deposit the money. This counts as a win. Exhausted, I walk around the exterior of the field, and find it is actually some sort of circus or fayre.'
'I have returned home, and plans are afoot for some sort of coastal based japes, possibly along the east coast near Cleethorpes from the look of a map I spy my brother perusing. Later, most people are gone, outside discussing the relative merits of certain forms of transportation. I couldn’t care less. Inside, in a house that is a combination of Chris’ nan’s/Stefan’s and somewhere I stayed on holiday as a child, Richard Bacon kicks around a variety of objects, including an old pair of my glasses, which he eventually crushes. I’m starting to go off the coastal idea. We are outside instead, by a large house in a field overlooked on all sides by cliffs. There is a game happening. It involves me, and some others, stealing money from some ‘marked men’ (they are marked in an intangible way…I just know). The first and only one I tackle is Adrees Udin, and as I rob him, the field fills with more and more people. I start running, with Russell Barras-Smith alongside, whom I throw money to. I goad the other ‘team’. They cannot catch me. At the other side of the field is some sort of ballpond where I deposit the money. This counts as a win. Exhausted, I walk around the exterior of the field, and find it is actually some sort of circus or fayre.'
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