to celebrate the solstice tomorrow, me and al and a few others are heading into the hollies to tell ghost stories and make general merriment. all those interested come round to the FHoD tomorrow evening for 8pm.
afterwards we shall attempt to walk back to woodhouse through the woods with torches and not get bum raped, flashed at, trip over tramps or just get plain lost.
we need quite a few peope to turn to up cos al is a big scaredy pants and he's afraid of things that go bump in the night. so he has the great idea of bringing some edgar allan poe. i for one don't want to shít myself alone in the woods with a spaniard.
ethno-tat optional x
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burn down our home, RAPE OUR DEAD MOUTHS. Just as long as I don't have to hear anymore of your disgusting babble
can we get caned to the point where we believe al's ghost stories? i shan't derive cheap innuendo from any notion of putting the willies up each other. damn, i just did :o/
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burn down our home, RAPE OUR DEAD MOUTHS. Just as long as I don't have to hear anymore of your disgusting babble
Alice, you can take the 28 bus to Oxley Hall. It turns right in the junction by Three Horse Shoes. [Give me a call then.] Then the bus keeps going straight ahead. Press the stop button when the bus starts going uphill and takes on a big bend to the right. When you get off the bus, wait for me if I'm not already there.
Alternatively, if you want to walk with someone, give me a call when you get to the Original Oak and walk up to the Three Horse Shoes. I should be there waiting for you. Mwahaha!
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'I've discovered the secret of life. A lot of hard work, a lot of sense of humor, a lot of joy and a whole lot of tra la la.' Kay Thompson
In the end only Dave and I went on our little creepy excursion.
We started by walking round Leeds City School and then we found our way into the wood in Woodhouse Ridge. It was getting dark by then, and we were walking down intertwining paths that looked all the same to me. We headed West and a bit uphill through a path that looked really dark and found a nice little spot in the open where we sat down, shared a pint of Stella and read Edgar Alan Poe's The Black Cat. By the time I finished reading it, it was getting quite dark and the woods looked a bit spooky (I remember hearing leaves rustle and thinking someone might be approaching.)
I then read out the ending of The Premature Burial, about people with catalepsy who are buried alive. When I finished, it was dark enough for me to be a bit scared and to want to go back home.
So we went into the woods again, but Dave decided he didn't want to trace our footsteps back, but rather find our way going ahead. We followed a path parallel to the one we walked down earlier, but got to an end that didn't look familiar and we knew we weren't going to the right place. We turned back and found a shortcut across the slope. Dave was walking ahead and I was walking behind him with my torch. That's why he couldn't see where he was going and tripped on a stone that looked like a tombstone. Of course, he fell over and I had to help him up. So I thought it would be best if I went first, showing Dave with my torch where I was putting my feet so that he didn't trip again.
We eventually reached the fence of the school, but walked past the entrance to the wood. We walked on and on until we reached the edge of the school grounds and finally found our way out.
We distubed a few creatures on our way out of the woods. They sounded like owls dropping off the branches of trees. Some of the noises were a bit sudden and spooky.
It was when we were safely walking among terrace houses that Dave chose to tell me the place we'd been exploring was where they found the remains of a prostitute's body last year. Nice!
We got home safe and sound and had a celebration: we had a cigarette.
So that was it! Hope we get to do it soon with more people.
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'I've discovered the secret of life. A lot of hard work, a lot of sense of humor, a lot of joy and a whole lot of tra la la.' Kay Thompson
sorry, people got me twatted, or i wudda made it. Erm i had a bet wi thid bloke i cud beat him at arms wrestling wi my weakest arm, n i did so they bought me pints... am ****ed
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Nic - Union Council LGBT Assembly Chair
Contact me at - lgbt.assembly@leeds.ac.uk / nicturner_85@hotmail.com
I wish I'd been able to come -- I did attempt to catch up with the both of you (safety in numbers) but firstly you had no idea where you were, and secondly I was at a rather raucous squat gig that I couldn't tear myself away from!
