At some date in June 2002 the Paradies and the Paradettes went on the minibus to London.  We drank all the way there and were pretty much trashed on arrival.  After seeing a very spectacular Dawn Parade, Julia and I did London. 

Schmid, Sarah, Jooles, Kit, Sophie

Barney Wade. 

He sings, he dances, he sweats, he writes for Mmmm, Juicy!  He's Greg McDonald.

Schmid, Julia and Seymour on the bus home

Firstly we made sure we got lost, then we visited a sex shop (which could have been more interesting if we had some money), then we brought 3 litres of White Lightening (hell, I said we didn't have much money). We sat on the streets to drink (unlike Bury St. Edmunds you won't be fined £500 in London for drinking in the street, which was handy because we didn't have £5 between us, let alone £500.)  It turns out the bit of street we were sat on was right outside a lap dancing club, needless to say after 5 minutes we were accosted by a lap dancer who gave us a little wiggle and told us if we wanted to see anymore then we’d have to pay (*sigh* but of course, funnily enough we still didn’t have any money).  Another 10 minutes later and a gang of big black kids offered us some weed, well, offered to sell us some weed (yeah, you’ve guessed it...)

London was good fun, but it could have been great fun if I got a proper job.