Friday night. Ryan, Nick, Charlie, David, Jeremy and myself gathered at Ryan's around 8. All of us equally dressed in black we were ready to depart around an hour later. With no more room in the car, Charlie was forced in the boot. Ha, the poor man, we let him know who was boss when Ryan took several consecutive speed bumps at a rather generous velocity. KABOONG! Nearing our destination the excitement and tension mounted among us. Driving past the Walford dorms twice gave us a fair indication of what the situation was like. Having heard the stories from previous invasions with carefully drawn out maps and everything the place looked quite different to what I had imagined it to be. In a very normal street with normal houses stands a big 3 or 4 storey building. Next to it a grass area with cricket nets, volleyball etc. The only "normal" access is a driveway that leads into a kind of a courtyard. Fortunatly no security guard was to be seen. But Walford Infiltration Expert aka Nick assured us he would come at about 20 minutes to 10. We parked Ryan's elite automobile one street away and I'm glad no one was near because the sight of Charlie rising from his boot was rather amusing and potentially frightening for any bystanders. We made our way to the edge of the area and we were quick in jumping the fence. We were now on the oval and after taking a few photos we started our infiltration. Exactly as planned, we climbed the the fence connected to the basketbal ring and jumped onto one bigmother hedge. We were just chilling there when Charlie and Ryan went to get Ryan's jumper from the car, as the hedge wasn't all that comfi. Nick, Jeremy decided to take newcomers David and I on a practice run. We lowered ourselves onto the rainwater tank and from there into the Walford property. Boy were we trespassing and boy did we know it. We walked past what looked an awful lot like a laundry, well yea it had washing machines and clotheslines with clothes in it, so yea, a laundry it was. Some tard was playing the piano inside, what a loser, like there's nothing better to do on a friday night. Then again, we were the ones who were breaking into girls schools on a friday night. Shut up. Moving past the canteen. Nick and Jeremy decided to blatantly walk across the courtyard, where all the girls were sitting in a room watching a movie. David followed, but I was like WTF>!@#!$@#. I couldn't just stay there so I bolted across as well, and quickly ran out the drive onto the street. Phew, our first little adrenaline rush was complete. Reuniting with Ryan and Charlie aka Bootman, we stood outside the property when a couple of pyjama dressed girls popped their heads around the wall and waved. We waved back. We were decieved, because as we moved in the Headmistress *DUM DUM DUUUUM* came around Agent Smith style. It only took us a split second to realise that this is the moment where we run, and I mean RUN! We were bolting down the street and I was right behind David just as the security guard arrived, he followed us in his little smart car and came to a screeching stop right beside us. Scary stuff, we turned a 180 degrees in the opposite direction not seeing but hearing the security guard get out of his car. I frantically looked back and he was running after us! YIKES. Adrenaline was rushing through my system and my animal instincts had taken over everything, even common sense. Everyone went left, while I went right thinking splitting up would make me lose him. Yep, really, ahum NO! I was out of breath already and I decided to hide in the first driveway on the right. God, an even better move. It was really obvious, because he would have seen no one running down the street making it rather obvious that I was where I was. :| He told me firmly "orright your coming with me". With no way out I decided to go with him hoping he would release me on a "good behaviour bond" LOL. He took me to the head mistress as it was up to her what my destiny would be. Sitting there, with Walford girls looking at me, "OMG Looooserrr!" the headmistress came and she turned out to be the biggest softy. He monotone voice was all gay and she really annoyed me. I told her I was sorry, that I wasn't the one trespassing and that I was Dutch. She seemed to understand... I had already thought up my name, it being Peter Fardell. Asked for an address I combine all my georgraphical knowledge to come up with. 19 Jospeh av, Rostrevor. (I used to live on 18 Jospeh Avenue, Wattle Park). LOL. They security guard, small and Italian said he lived in Rostrevor too. "Nice place eh?" I said. He didn't respond. After boasting about running 7km a day and blabbing about how fast he was. I was eventually released. I apoligised once more and then casually walked out then running as soon as I reached the road. Back to Ryan's car I was hoping to meet the gang there. Yet no one was to be seen. My mouth was so dry that I could barely remove my chewy. Hiding in the park for about 10 mins, I kept watch on Ryan's car and eventually the rest appeared. I ran to them and after telling them my story I was all like woah.. they were all like woah! so were just sittng there going WOAH!! We decided it was too risky to go back in but that didn't keep us from sitting in front of the dorms, provoking a response of some sort. Knowing that if I would show my face once more, the enemy would not be overly delighted I stayed back. The security car returned a bit later and luckily I went unseen. We spread out again. The others didn't get restrained so we went back to Boone's car. He decided to move it but as he hopped in the homo little security car came past. Ryan sped off. We just sat there until Ryan came back. He had been playing car chasey, trying to "lose the tail". I arranged my pick up and soon a very suspenseful night came to an end. I'm glad I went to see what it was like and I did get at least triple my yearly dose of adrenaline on that fateful night. Yea....

Edgar!~
Tomorrow, GRAND picture post of Tom's partaaay

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