entry 16 - 19th November 01
Max & His Raft
Another party at Suzie's at the end of my road containing the usual mixture of dole-scrounging druggies and alchies. I ended up out of my tree in the room at the back, listening to the drunken rantings of Mad Max (a sort of 'King Tramp' who lives around here) and his cider swilling buddies.
They were discussing the possibilities of making a raft out of empty cider bottles...
Mad Max: ...Streng tha' fack'n thangs
t'gatha, streng 'em t'gatha!
And so on. Quite why they wanted to make a cider-bottle raft in the first place I couldn't tell you, but there was one thing for sure... doomed to failure as their project was, they certainly had enough empty plastic cider bottles scattered around to do it.
All the 'name brands' were there: Diamond White, Mega White, White Lightning, Graphite White, Electric White. And there was one I hadn't even seen before, called Formula X-9, which I brought back with me - the idea being that I build up a sort of art gallery of cider labels and general cider paraphenalia.
Cider... the main fuel of south coast sub-culture. It comes in plastic bottles and isn't ashamed of its alcohol content. We're talking about the fizzy chemical soups that wipe out nine billion braincells for under two quid a time. Check out the following labels...
Here are the first exhibits, then.The Hastings CiderSpace Gallery
If you've come across any weird new brands of
cider, mail them to us.
We'll put the best ones up.