we found a couch on curbside collect and chris wanted it for his house. and i was wondering where he would put it ini his house cos its narrow and small and already there is hardly enough room for people. we took it home but it gave me an idea. so the next night i threw a birthday party for chris at his house and i bought my camera. after everyone had left (it was a squash man) we took the couch back to the streets and got some pictures.
my favourite part of the night was having the servo guy yell at us from behind the glass. we got the message even though we couldnt hear him; GET OUT YOU DRUNKS! except we were totally sober. in fact we had spent the first part of the night playing charades. why do p[eople expect the worst man?
