Hard work

Attention: This blip finishes of a series of 3 that describe my weekend partying in an abandoned mansion and sleeping in and hanging around a squat in Nantes. Click back three if you're a chronological sort of guy/gal.


Since the people here have been living here for ages, the caravan have sat still for a while and need fine tuning before hitting the road again after 'les expulsions'.

Despite the sadness of the situation that surrounded the party there was loads of laughter and people had fun. Of course encouraged by great music, alcohol, ciggies and drugs (not me, may I add - my mum reads this). The second night of the party went on for just as long, but I was so tired that I called it an early one (like 4am) and went to the squat to sleep here .

Everyone was so nice, apart from the big drunk guy who I woke up next to in the morning, snoring as if he had eight lungs. But in the end he was actually nice, just a big on the heavy side.

I'll take away one snippet from the first, whisky fuelled night. I met a guy called Julian, we were both pissed as farts, and I naively asked where he lived and he replied "Gare SNCF" (train station) we both laughed at the time. What a guy.

Also, as you can imagine, I have too many pictures ad too many anecdotes to put up in three days worth of blip, but here are some extra photos i case you're interested.

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