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2038-01-19T03:14:07Z

Oooo... Busy weekend for Lou. Saturday was pretty much the epitome of this. What happened? Well by-golly I'm going to tell you, gosh darn it...

On Saturday me and two friends were filming in Hitchin at the Rhythm Life festival for a site called BluntBeats.com. We had to interview about 44365445 people about how long they'd been visiting the festival and why they liked it. It were a long and hot day, but we met a lot of interesting characters. Plus we got to wear yellow reflective waistcoat-things which made everyone treat us like royalty. We felt so official and everything. Once you don the yellow jacket of the festival you're pretty much free to go and do as you please. I could have killed a person and gotten away with it wearing one of those, but I resisted the urge. I didn't want to abuse my power.

We finished up in Hitchin around 5pm and headed back home, but NOT before making a stop off at... TOYS'R'US!!!11 Toys are such a load of shit nowadays. Toys were better when I was a child. Much better value for money. Apparently Action-Man is no longer fully poseable. He's just this shitty lump of plastic now. That was WHACK! I played on this Brain Game thing on the Nintendo DS. Apparently my brain age is in its 80s (?) I couldn't work out whether or not that was meant to be a good or bad thing. Maybe it was trying to tell me,
"You have alzheimer's disease. PLEASE see a doctor immediately!" But I can hardly take all the credit for being mentally retarded since the touch screen on the DS was REALLY unresponsive. I would write a 5 down and it would thing I wrote a 74. Fucking stupid game trying to make me look silly in front of small children!

One interesting thing I found in Toys'R'Us...

Trump: THE GAME!!111 And it was on SALE!!111 I wonder why the kids aren't snapping it up...

After this delightful pit-stop we headed into the town centre to visit the Sub Club for some rock and roll musical acts. We were far too early, though, and we waited around outside. A (presumably) drunk, old man was walking in our direction; I saw him from a distance and he seemed to be managing the walking fine. But then as soon as he became parallel with us and tried to step off the curb he fell, face first, right down into the road. It was terrible. He literally didn't have the reaction to break his fall with his arms so he just planted himself, face-first into the tarmac. We tried to help him back up but he was absolutely out of it (despite insisting "I'muhkay! I'muhkayizzzzfine!") and once we got him out and let him try and walk he walked forward a few steps, then stumbled sideways in an arc and fella backwards, head-first onto the curb. I fucking cringed because you could just hear the thud. He just lay there, still, insisting he was okay. We phoned an ambulance and a paramedic came to sort the guy out. It was insane the punishment the guy had taken from both falls, especially for an old guy. There was an odd poetry to the way he was laying on the ground, patting his forehead, and looking at the blood on his hands as if he was completely surprised to find he'd been injured. It was like watching a baby try and connect the dots in its brain.

Anyway, we went to our rock show. Which was surprisingly impressive. There was a great band playing called Garrett; they were the best of the night. You should check them out.

And that was my Saturday. Here are some pictures for you from the end of the evening:

This is the other Louis (Loo-isss). He's not drunk. He really isn't. Just bad at walking.

And some cool pictures we took with the night mode function on my humble digital camera:

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Bright Saturday Night Lights