This past Sunday was Hastings' annual Pirate Day. A day when much of the town dresses up as pirates and descends on the town centre to either A) Spend time their children and partake in the various family activities the organisers put on, or B) Drink and be merry. You already know which category I fall in to...
You may or may not remember that this time last year I was banging on about moving to Canada. Obviously that didn't happen. I guess the main reason for that is because of the girl sitting next to me in that photo (red hair, stripy top). She was with us on Pirate Day last year, but I didn't know her then and I didn't even speak to her. I even posted a photo on last year's Pirate Day blog post which she was in. I didn't meet her properly until several months later. In case I am not being clear, she is (now) my girlfriend and she takes great pleasure in reminding me that I ignored her on last year's Pirate Day.
We now live together and have two super cute but hella annoying kittens. If you'd told me a year ago that this is where I would end up I would not have believed you. Canada is not off the agenda completely, I have wanted to go there for as long as I can remember and that has not changed. It just doesn't feel as urgent as it once did. 'Operation: Get The Fuck To Toronto' came to be because I felt that I had nothing to stay here for. Now I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.
Yesterday I woke up with a killer hangover, covered in temporary pirate tattoos, a cock and crossbones crudely scrawled in sharpie on my neck and 'FUCK ISRAEL' written across my chest. I think 'FREE PALESTINE' would have been slightly less offensive, but what pirate worth his salt cares about being offensive? NOT THIS ONE. ARRRRGGGHHH! I love this town and I love that girl.