After we grabbed a kebab, we made our way to a park we know well. Completely cloaked in blackness, it seemed a little creepy, but it's familiarity was comforting so we pressed on. Until HE walked near us. He wasn't one of the drunk fools. No, he was terrifying.
A man in full... Uh, costume? I don't even think it was a costume but a man clad in cameo-print pants, a tight black tank top, and combat boots strolled past with a FREAKING TEN INCH KNIFE TUCKED UNDER HIS BELT. As the street lamps reflected off of the shiny metal, I swear I felt my jeans become soaked with p- fear. Whether it was mine or the boyfriend's, I'm not sure. But holy crap, WTF?
This is England. You're not allowed to own actual weapons as far as I know (aside from collecting swords or something), let alone carry one on your person. The boyfriend later said it was okay because the entire getup would be considered fancy dress. Seemed pretty real to me, but what do I know?
Excuse me while I go scrub my underwear clean.
Also, first kebab ever. It was delicious until I had to dig through the entire mess to find meat in order to hand feed the cat, dog, and boyfriend LOL
Will upload a circle lens review tomorrow!