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Is it bigger than the car?

Whilst making the almost epic (UK Standard Epic, American No Where F**king Close To Epic) 3 and a half hour drive back to Newport from Brighton, we began to play a game. The game is simple. You think of anything in the World, even anything in out of this world (I thought of a Star at one point) it has to be something tangible, but, really can be anything. One of you thinks of the anything thing and the other people take it in turns to ask you questions (which you can only answer yes or no to) and in doing so get closer to finding out what thing you are thinking of is.

It sounds pretty simple, but we played this game from the routine half way "have a bit of a wee and a wonder around one of the many, many, creepily mysterious service stations in Britain" stop, and it kept us entertained the whole way into Newport. I say it kept us entertain, it was mainly Antonio.

In playing this game Antonio revealed a lesser known part of his personality, a really childish, simple little gimpy Italian boy who loves to play games. He was almost reminiscing in the joy of playing games, the game, like a game he must have played whilst road tripping across Italy and South Wales as a kid, with his brothers and sister all in the back of their Alfa Romeo eating spaghetti and pepperoni (I'm stereotyping a bit). He couldn't stop giggling when we asked him questions and his enthusiasm was like he was snorting cocaine off the parcel shelf when me and George weren't looking.

Although his childish enthusiasm did meet his adult mentally when one of his "Things To Guess" turned out to be "A Jew", and when he asked George "Is it something we need to survive" and George answered "No" he shouted his guess "SALT!" as if that was the only gap he needed to fill. I think George and me got equal enjoyment from his enjoyment of just playing the game. I wish I'd have recorded his giggling.

There is a lesson to be learnt here; we were all kids once. When do we loose that enthusiasm for just playing games and pretending and being silly?! Antonio, in his own special little way may have a few lessons to teach us... Probably not though, one of his answers was "Traffic Cone" and he thought that was about the funny thing he'd ever said.

Anyway enough of that bollocks, as promised, here is pictures of Antonio getting shat on by a crow in Brighton. Enjoy.

Crow dump on Italian wig.

This isn't the moment, this is Antonio looking up and remembering the moment as me and George take humiliating pictures.


Crow poo on blue.











Unfortunately I didn't manage to take a picture of the crow.

Although here is some more Brightony goodness for your perusal.


Hale the King. 

This is an example of how amazing an art form like Graffiti can be when allowed!

I wish I'd have caught this piece from a better angle as it was one of my favourites. I did however manage to capture the extremely depressing sentence, which is arguably not as good as the other graffiti. Ok I'll admit, that was Gile's joke.


Here's Tones sister Vitoria, her boyfriend Giles, Antonio and George enjoying some very colourful shops.
Coincidently we are convinced we saw some invisible theatre. A man and a woman who were holding hands stopped outside a record store and began to dance romantically to the music. I'd like to say it moved me, but it didn't. We followed them and then they disappeared around a corner.
Apparently this Banksy's. The graffiti not the motor bike.

Justin.

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