another attempt at journal logging
talk about weeks and weeks of the crazy fun!I havent wrote in a million years. Mind you I'm probably too busy reading all your guys stuff. Anyway- cool weekend in london for I Can't Believe It's not King Kurt even if I did feel a bit spread thin trying to make sure all friends smiling and accounted for. Did the Hotel Ropery thing- which is always a laugh. Peter and Geo, Ann Marie and Adrian are always such good hosts.
The following weekend was fun filled too. We had a million guests at our very own hotel Corner. Starting on a Thurday with a joint gig Hyperjax/Exit Wounds in Manchester under the watchful eye of Steelrose. We all piled into our vans back to travel the vacant streets of Manchester foraging for spicy kebabs that would no doubt haunt our windowless bathroom in the morning. With Daniel missing in action (went home with who knows and didnt show back up for almost 2 days)we all headed back to Wigan to definately not drink old cheap wine and eat pork scratchings till 5am in our 1 bedroomed flat. And another day comed and the "wounds" and I try and crack our hang overs- just in time (say noon) for them to head of to the pub while my golden boy Bob worked (poor Bob). But not to worry- not off work but 30 min and it was down to the pub to hang out with the men while I gathered up and got ready with Miss Mazz for a night on the town in Wigan. Ok- its wigan so I cant say it was way eventyful but we had a laugh and some drinks. All would have been too normal - but not to worry Ant and Eddie had to get into a debate at the top of their lungs at 5am in the living room- the debate consisting of mostly the phrase "fuck'n cunt". And we up and were running- before noon even and were off to a fry up at the local tescos. yumyum!
And then back to the pub for the boys again. And Peter, Geo, and Patrick are on their way up from London. I think at this point there are an estimated 10 people sleeping in the house (phewph- but will they sleep, doubtful) And again a night out in Wigan but this time Exit Wounds are playing in town. So a run to the news agent for drinks and then a stint in the pub and all of a sudden were watching a few mediocre bands and Exit Wounds. At this point, quite well pissed, as well. Then an obligatory wrong place at the wrong time mishap with the hubby and were all back to the flat- drunk and chatty. Happy too. It contiues on (since morning came at some point) with goodbyes another, greasy fry up and finally Bob and I have 5 minutes to each other. Haahhaa thats what we thought...1 hour later a house full again. Isn't life full. Na-Im not complaining had a great weekend and I loved that everybody came up north- I wish they could do it more often. Then I wouldnt seem so weird to the yocals. Friends just arent friends if you cant use 'um ;). Ah.. so what does this weekend have in store?
I think Bob's ex and her new steriod muscly boyfriend are gonna try and kick off with us over some petty thing they've been threatening about all week. Yea them. Will tell- will tell.
PS. Finally got a bloody job. Start Monday- hip hip hooray! I'll finally get to stop smoking rollies.
The following weekend was fun filled too. We had a million guests at our very own hotel Corner. Starting on a Thurday with a joint gig Hyperjax/Exit Wounds in Manchester under the watchful eye of Steelrose. We all piled into our vans back to travel the vacant streets of Manchester foraging for spicy kebabs that would no doubt haunt our windowless bathroom in the morning. With Daniel missing in action (went home with who knows and didnt show back up for almost 2 days)we all headed back to Wigan to definately not drink old cheap wine and eat pork scratchings till 5am in our 1 bedroomed flat. And another day comed and the "wounds" and I try and crack our hang overs- just in time (say noon) for them to head of to the pub while my golden boy Bob worked (poor Bob). But not to worry- not off work but 30 min and it was down to the pub to hang out with the men while I gathered up and got ready with Miss Mazz for a night on the town in Wigan. Ok- its wigan so I cant say it was way eventyful but we had a laugh and some drinks. All would have been too normal - but not to worry Ant and Eddie had to get into a debate at the top of their lungs at 5am in the living room- the debate consisting of mostly the phrase "fuck'n cunt". And we up and were running- before noon even and were off to a fry up at the local tescos. yumyum!
And then back to the pub for the boys again. And Peter, Geo, and Patrick are on their way up from London. I think at this point there are an estimated 10 people sleeping in the house (phewph- but will they sleep, doubtful) And again a night out in Wigan but this time Exit Wounds are playing in town. So a run to the news agent for drinks and then a stint in the pub and all of a sudden were watching a few mediocre bands and Exit Wounds. At this point, quite well pissed, as well. Then an obligatory wrong place at the wrong time mishap with the hubby and were all back to the flat- drunk and chatty. Happy too. It contiues on (since morning came at some point) with goodbyes another, greasy fry up and finally Bob and I have 5 minutes to each other. Haahhaa thats what we thought...1 hour later a house full again. Isn't life full. Na-Im not complaining had a great weekend and I loved that everybody came up north- I wish they could do it more often. Then I wouldnt seem so weird to the yocals. Friends just arent friends if you cant use 'um ;). Ah.. so what does this weekend have in store?
I think Bob's ex and her new steriod muscly boyfriend are gonna try and kick off with us over some petty thing they've been threatening about all week. Yea them. Will tell- will tell.
PS. Finally got a bloody job. Start Monday- hip hip hooray! I'll finally get to stop smoking rollies.