Religion is one of those things that really isn’t something I can discuss without the conversation getting heated or me just having to shut my trap. The mere idea of it makes me cringe. I am tolerant of those who have beliefs, and I think people should be able practise what ever religion they want as long as they keep themselves. Hell, I support Pastarfarianism, but I’ll never push the teachings of the flying spaghetti monster on anyone even if I was touched by his noodly appendage. That said, religion does have some merits. Like its role in the creation of public holidays.
Easter weekend is one of those holidays we have to thank some of the bigger groups of Invisible Cloud People followers for. It is a great weekend. Some people get chocolates, everyone gets a Holiday and as always, there’s an excuse to get rat shit maggot pissed. Which is what I did this Easter Sunday. I met up with Jessica Cullen, a friend from Perth and, with a few of her mates, we hit “The Church“.
The Church is hard to describe. For three and a half hours, every sunday, it hosts a multitude of yobbo aussies, sleazy south africans, goofy americans and smelly brits as well as a sampling from pretty much all corners of the globe for an afternoon of debauchery. This is real hedonistic stuff. Drink can only be purchased three at a time and are handed to you in a plastic bag to be easily attached to a belt. A preacher delivers a rousing speech, taking the piss out of everyone in the room. Strippers, both male and female strip right down for the heaving crowd and drinks flow into gullets faster than they can be dispensed.
While a little crazier than most night clubs I have been to, it was just like being at home. Sweaty dudes with their shirts off, chicks that couldn’t handle their drinks, the same songs you’ve heard in every pub, every weekend. Booze covered chicks and strippers is pretty much the only way you could ever get me into a Church. Pure-fucking-gold.
Attached is a gallery of the usual “Simon’s been out drinking” photos I take, most of which are of me looking pissed. Majority were taken at the Church, some at the Shepard’s Bush Walkabout later in the day. Enjoy.
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Way to spend Easter!!! BUT no pics of the strippers!
April 18th, 2009 at 7:49 pmFor me: rat maggot pissed was watered down to slightly inebriated!
please tell me u tapped some of the honey in that shot mr Bee?UF
April 19th, 2009 at 4:16 pmUF has no meaning… i slipped on the keyboard
April 19th, 2009 at 4:17 pmmore pissed photos… no strippers…. where is the sex tour blog you told me about, describing the multitude of conquests and broken hearts you were leaving behind as you swept around the world?
April 20th, 2009 at 11:15 amDude, you met the Easter Bunny AND Kanye West!!
April 21st, 2009 at 5:54 pm@Dirty Harry: Sex tour I told you about, or the sex tour you dreamed of? I predicted from day one that my drought would probably extend to the rest of the world.
April 21st, 2009 at 7:32 pmIm happy to say that I spent a year in London and can proudly say that I never went to a “Walkabout” or even “the church”.
April 22nd, 2009 at 5:59 pmKieran …you poor bastard!!!!
April 22nd, 2009 at 11:06 pmSimulator, lower your high standards below that of “SuperModels only”, once you get the balls rolling nothing will stop you and in a matter of only a small number of conquests you will have the STD you have been searching for all your life
I want you to ask for sex from at least 2 women every day for the rest of your trip, someone is going to say “I thought you’d never ask!”…. go get’em Simulator!
April 24th, 2009 at 11:27 am