Well, the first night is over and this is to confirm that we have both survived it. We've been out since 8pm last night and are feeling surprisingly fresh really. After a bit of hunting round for bits and pieces and scoping out locations, we had ourselves set up with an empty garage to sleep in and some old carpet and cardboard to sleep on (God bless you, Mick's Skips). After poking around for bins outside the backs of supermarkets, we found that they all seemed to keep their bins locked away inside. Rubbish. So our first meal was taken from the bin outside the back of Starbucks. It consisted of:
- A piece of "tarte au citron" left in its packaging - probably the tastiest bit of dinner
- A sandwich of some description which was slightly damp and thoroughly inedible (we threw it away)
- Another sandwich with loads of mustard on it; James ate most of it, but said it must have tasted pretty rough when it was fresh
- Two pieces of some cake with weird seeds on top; one bit was fairly soggy so we threw it away, and the other bit didn't taste great
- Two muffins; mine was lemon and poppyseed (at least, I hope they were poppyseeds) - these basically made up the majority of the meal
Also, we found a slightly broken chocolate bunny in a pile of stuff left outside scope. Firstly, this made us ask ourselves why someone would give a chocolate bunny to Scope; secondly, as we figured Scope couldn't sell it, it provided us with dessert.
Anyway, on balance we decided that eating out of bins is in general a terrible idea, and that we would only eat things in packets from now on. We sat and laughed at ourselves for eating out of bins for some time, and then went towards our chosen sleeping location. This turned out to be very comfortable - until about midnight, when the owner of the other "empty" garage in little court returned to it. They didn't see us, but from this point on, every distant roar of a vehicle made us jump and our hearts start racing, thinking we would be turfed out. This does not facilitate pleasant sleep. The fear of being caught in someones garage escalated in our minds until it seemed to be abject terror - which we realised was pretty irrational, as they'd probably just ask us to leave and we'd move on. In truth, I'm not sure I've ever prayed like I prayed through that time, which was good as it meant that by about three in the morning when the owner of the garage did return I felt much calmer and more clear-headed about the situation. And of course it was fine - he was very good natured about it and we left quietly and went to sleep in the doorway of a church hall. After that the night was uneventful and we both got some sleep.
So today we've been trying to find ways of making money so as to avoid any more bin-related fiascoes. Looking for local paper rounds proved unsuccessful and the job centre isn't really built to cater for us, so we're about to try a little impromptu busking to raise the money to do some car-washing. If you have any other ideas of how we could get food without begging, borrowing, or stealing, do post them up! That's all for now, thanks for reading.
Chris and James.
PS. Check out our first video diary clip at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1xvJBT078k!