Essex
Me and my good friend Dan headed to Essex (Southend) last weekend for the homie Mark’s 21st birthday.
And it was well worth driving the length of the country for.
Too many stories and too little time. I watched a man (a real man it must be said) neck a bottle of vinegar (and promptly head straight to the toilet, and then home), I got free late night rides around a theme park, I whooped everyone up at pool & pro evo, I was forced to sleep on the floor of someone else’s hotel room while Dan got his end away in a room I’d paid for (what a mug I am) and I even managed to catch the sun a little bit.
A big thank you to all of Mark’s boys and girls for making me n Daniel feel at home.
Essex was great. I can’t wait to go back. <3
As for the ‘Essex girl’ reputation (which every lad has asked me about)… this northerner noticed that there are far more lasses than lads around those parts, and they’re all dead chatty rather than dead slutty. They don’t exactly sit around with their legs open, sorry to disappoint you fellas.
