All images taken on the Sony Ericsson Cybershot (2007)

It had been over two years since I had stepped back in Bristol so a return was long overdue. Meeting friends from Uni like nothing had changed. The Pizza at Pizzarova was still incredible, the nights out on Park Street were still questionable and the bus services still ran like clockwork. Deciding to go last minute, I arrived at Temple Meads quite late. The FA cup final was on so Pubs were full to the Brim with lads holding a pint by their stomach. I had forgotten the frequency of Hareem pants dashing about the place and the presence of the West Country accent that had previously faded into the background. I picked up a bottle of wine for the evening which turned out to be suprisingly good. Having forgotten about the extortionate entry fees at Lola Lo’s, an establishment I no longer frequent, given the choice is up to me but alas we eneded up at club that was playing regaetton music. Later on that night we found ourselves in The Woods. Now I don’t mean an area with a dense population of trees, yet a pub on a side street full of the strange lurkers of the night. However you could hardly be suprised given the fact that it was past 4:30am and all the civilised people were tucked up in bed by this point. I sat there on a bar stool drinking a glass of water listening to the DJ blast out Drum and Bass father at 5am … “I should be asleep” is all I thought, taking another sip of tepid tap water. We eventually got back at 7am where I hit the sofa and immidiately focused on getting some low-quality alcohol fuelled sleep.

A great time in Bristol which made it seem like I had never left. Next time perhaps a sit down by Harbourside with some apple juice might do the trick instead.