Venga Boys are dead men, Pride, quizes and Kareoke Murders.
Well here I am, home at last. Let's pick through the ashes of whats happened this weekend.
Friday: Left home, and caught the train for my weekend away. Neil texted me while on route, still hoping we could get it on again. That was a definite no. Was slightly nasty, so had a pang of guilt later, then I sent him a apologetic but firm message. Arrived, after a trying train trip. "Bernie" and "Charlene" (white trash barely covers this lot) and parents et al, who were going on holiday placed themselves in the seat behind me, smelly sandal wearing old German backpacker opposite me. Bernie and Charlene had lots of lovely stories involving vomiting, ermmm vomiting and other bodily functions, all of which their parents heartily approved of. It is sad and terrible to see that this is what happens at 11/12 and is accepted the said parents. The whole scene speaks volumes about the quality of life that awaits them in adulthood. Much more heinous than bodily function/vomit stories though, is the point where we reach extreme pain. The utterly annoying, irritating, cringe making, skin crawling, nerve shattering "novelty" keyring: one that played only one tune (over and over)..."The Venga Bus is coming, and everybody's jumpin....". Possibly the most irritating thing I've ever had to put up with...well this week. That band must die!!!!!!!
Friday night was the usual catch up and drink and the usual. It was also Pride weekend, so I went to one of the pride events: a disco. And disco it was, not a club - cheesy music abounded: which was nice. In fact it was bloody great, not a house or techno track within sight. Poor old Suzanne was aghast, but I think it will do her good! Wasn't the last time we exposed her to such debauchery ;).
Saturday: Wow, rain, rain,rain........and more of it. Ran to bookstore, then settled in hotel room for T.V/Reading/Smoking fest like no other.It rained a lot more, and then some. I went to the bar, Suzanne met me for lunch, and then we met later and stayed drinking in the hotel bar. Due to excess moisture outside, there was sweet f.a. else we could do. We did however nearly come to blows with a pair of *extremely* rude, irritating and insulting Brits who made comments about other guests (cos they were fat), people smoking (imagine that, in a bar and all!) etc etc...so I camped it up, smoked (a lot) and talked about boyfriends, rashes, infections, and other assorted gross-out meterial which really pissed them off. The best thing was, the house was full, there was no escape :-)
Sunday: Met stupid Brits at breakfast. More hacky looks exchanged over their stewed prunes. May they constipate and die, soon. Had lunch with Suzanne, then shopped, went our seperate ways, agreeing to meet up in the evening. Later, I get a phonecall from her asking me to go to a quiz with her, Grace and Grace's girlfriend. I agreed - why not? We arrived, and good fun was had by all. Suzanne was open mouthed at the sight of actual drag queens, we came second winning the really great star prizes of a bottle of wine and a Ike and Tina Turner Greatest Hits CD - Blankety Blank, hang your head in shame. We also won a prize for the best team name - taking our name from those awful 1980's films - we became "3 Gays and A Straight". It's a tape measure we'll treasure forever. Quick visit to McD's and then I'm reminded of why I hate that certain class of people that Scott Adams calls "induhviduals". Several pop bands and acts were murdered last night, in what can only be called a massacre. The victims included:
Garth Brooks, [cause of death: overdone vocals]
S Club 7, [cause of death: butchered to pieces by two clueless morons with the combined vocals powers of a crab]
Faith Hill [oh yes, there we'll be, screaming in pain until it's over]
The Beatles [I hope that John Lennon would have been assasinating these people had he not been assasinated himself]
Robbie Williams, [Multiple musical traumas, killed by a heavy handed half shouted rendition of "The Road to Mandalay"]
There were many other music corpses, but I wont even go there, it's a scary mental place.
Monday: Came home, more sandal wearing German backpackers [Note to Germans: Image consultancy should be due to give you a refund]
goodnight all ;]
Friday: Left home, and caught the train for my weekend away. Neil texted me while on route, still hoping we could get it on again. That was a definite no. Was slightly nasty, so had a pang of guilt later, then I sent him a apologetic but firm message. Arrived, after a trying train trip. "Bernie" and "Charlene" (white trash barely covers this lot) and parents et al, who were going on holiday placed themselves in the seat behind me, smelly sandal wearing old German backpacker opposite me. Bernie and Charlene had lots of lovely stories involving vomiting, ermmm vomiting and other bodily functions, all of which their parents heartily approved of. It is sad and terrible to see that this is what happens at 11/12 and is accepted the said parents. The whole scene speaks volumes about the quality of life that awaits them in adulthood. Much more heinous than bodily function/vomit stories though, is the point where we reach extreme pain. The utterly annoying, irritating, cringe making, skin crawling, nerve shattering "novelty" keyring: one that played only one tune (over and over)..."The Venga Bus is coming, and everybody's jumpin....". Possibly the most irritating thing I've ever had to put up with...well this week. That band must die!!!!!!!
Friday night was the usual catch up and drink and the usual. It was also Pride weekend, so I went to one of the pride events: a disco. And disco it was, not a club - cheesy music abounded: which was nice. In fact it was bloody great, not a house or techno track within sight. Poor old Suzanne was aghast, but I think it will do her good! Wasn't the last time we exposed her to such debauchery ;).
Saturday: Wow, rain, rain,rain........and more of it. Ran to bookstore, then settled in hotel room for T.V/Reading/Smoking fest like no other.It rained a lot more, and then some. I went to the bar, Suzanne met me for lunch, and then we met later and stayed drinking in the hotel bar. Due to excess moisture outside, there was sweet f.a. else we could do. We did however nearly come to blows with a pair of *extremely* rude, irritating and insulting Brits who made comments about other guests (cos they were fat), people smoking (imagine that, in a bar and all!) etc etc...so I camped it up, smoked (a lot) and talked about boyfriends, rashes, infections, and other assorted gross-out meterial which really pissed them off. The best thing was, the house was full, there was no escape :-)
Sunday: Met stupid Brits at breakfast. More hacky looks exchanged over their stewed prunes. May they constipate and die, soon. Had lunch with Suzanne, then shopped, went our seperate ways, agreeing to meet up in the evening. Later, I get a phonecall from her asking me to go to a quiz with her, Grace and Grace's girlfriend. I agreed - why not? We arrived, and good fun was had by all. Suzanne was open mouthed at the sight of actual drag queens, we came second winning the really great star prizes of a bottle of wine and a Ike and Tina Turner Greatest Hits CD - Blankety Blank, hang your head in shame. We also won a prize for the best team name - taking our name from those awful 1980's films - we became "3 Gays and A Straight". It's a tape measure we'll treasure forever. Quick visit to McD's and then I'm reminded of why I hate that certain class of people that Scott Adams calls "induhviduals". Several pop bands and acts were murdered last night, in what can only be called a massacre. The victims included:
Garth Brooks, [cause of death: overdone vocals]
S Club 7, [cause of death: butchered to pieces by two clueless morons with the combined vocals powers of a crab]
Faith Hill [oh yes, there we'll be, screaming in pain until it's over]
The Beatles [I hope that John Lennon would have been assasinating these people had he not been assasinated himself]
Robbie Williams, [Multiple musical traumas, killed by a heavy handed half shouted rendition of "The Road to Mandalay"]
There were many other music corpses, but I wont even go there, it's a scary mental place.
Monday: Came home, more sandal wearing German backpackers [Note to Germans: Image consultancy should be due to give you a refund]
goodnight all ;]