Happy to live in Bristol. Bits of mad shit from the summer of 2011. Part 1.

The last week days of my life have been like a wonderful free beach holiday/festival and all in my local parks and venues and its only march. The weather beem amazing and theres been loads of stuff going on and costing nothing but what you consume, with loads of safe as fuck people, several small but effective sound-systems playing loads of ecclectic underground and party tunes from all genres with some pretty sick Dj's just on there days of chilling picking playlist etc etc with brillinat tunes and cheap healthy food (theres a hippy with a Dhal stand and he takes trade on Snt Andrews Park and theres other nice people and good cheap stores with food and drink and stuff for close and randomly there too) and  good solid proof that Bristol is full of healthy nice funny intelligent friendly open sexy people. There's people selling ballons (the REALLY FUN kind not the decorative). Everyone's having a smoke and it all seems good shit an all and and quite a few peole incliding myself having a spot of the old pretty paterns expansive thoughs range of chemicals and the make you dance make you sexy. Also there's a bit of drinking and a spot of the old Regratmine everyone by and large is being cool and not turning in to a leery wonky, being sick, polo nosed aggy prick like, so thats cool an all, it of decorum is all it takes for people to have civilised fun and substance use init. Plus although there's been a bit of litter left on the park everyones onto it now and I and other have begun to bring cheap rolls of binbags and loads safe people join in to help. Then as well of days and days of amazing fun on the the park I then went on friday to my first proper really good Dub night, called  Bristol-Dub-Club at the Black swan which was also free as my mate SEPTIC INSURGENT (well call him Hoo) was playing and me and Hoo's 'Missu's' (well call her...) Eden went to hear him play. His set and well all the music the whole night was "Fucking sick laaaa" as some of my fellow northwesteners might say at The Black Swan and the food (get the Caribean Chicken Soup, or there veggi I think, £2 a cup is excellent and the crowd were as completly lovely. As lovely for that matter as any Psy-night crowd i've ever incountered, better infact as there ar'nt any up there ow trip to india lessons they've learnt point in the journey with life and drugs somehow s much fucking more conciousness and insightfull than everyone else cunts... (huff, pant, sigh breath man breath grrrr) I've ever been to). Then on Saturday a banging psy-party in the woods I helped put on and another chilled with amazing sets from all the DJ's, proper intelligent psy like with Noctopus, Occular, and Pal3 standing out for me. Then on  Sunday yet more food, pub, park, sunshine pub again and meeting new friends some of whom are fucking great people who I'm sure i'll know and care for for many many years and now monday off to organise my life. HAPPY :)