More dancing and partying (with added Did.Not.Kill)
The main events of any note since my last post relate to another busy social/cultural weekend.
[Cut for length.Tags indicate content]London on Friday saw the launch of a new EBM club, Exit The Grey, appropriately enough on 24 February. [For the benefit of non-goths, I should perhaps explain that 24/2 is 'EBM day' due to the band Front 242 being one of the pioneers of the style.] I've enjoyed nights at the venue, the Star of Kings, in the past but, sadly, this night was far too crowded for my liking. I stayed for maybe an hour and a half, but realised that it was getting the point where even when they played something I both knew and liked, I didn't want to dance. It was obviously a great success, so I'm kind of hoping it goes regular and finds a new and bigger venue - I have one annual visitor from the US who'd probably enjoy that, since we've both been disappointed by the Slimelight the last couple of times he's been over.
On Saturday I headed down to Southampton for the birthday do mentioned in my last update. The night got off to a less than great start when I got myself lost on arrival in town, found the wrong bus stop and nearly got on completely the wrong bus. (A city having more than one bus company and them then not co-operating so that they use the same numbers was a bit of a headfuck for this Londoner.) Things then picked up with a very nice meal at a place which was conveniently doing a vegan week - jackfruit 'vish and chips' was a new one on me - and a wander to a couple of pub nights, enabling chatting with friends old, new and vaguely remembered from the last time I visited.
There was much drunken silliness when we came back 'home' post-pub, including some not entirely successful attempts to play every instrument in the birthday girl's house. Unfortunately, a couple of people took the retro back-to-student-years theme to an unfortunate extreme, keeping people awake with not-at-all-subtle humping etc for about an hour and a half after everyone else staying over had crashed for the night. Given that I inevitably woke with the dawn due to the absence of curtains, this led to me skipping the going out for brunch thing on the Sunday on the basis that (operating on two-and-a-half hours' sleep) I was not fit to associate with humans in case I murdered someone and buggering off back to London much earlier than planned. My mood was then not greatly helped by the fact that I managed to get on a train which was full of people heading to some football match at Wembley.
It's taken me quite a lot of today to get my equilibrium back, but I have managed to get through most of the day's to-do list so am currently feeling reasonably pleased with myself. That may all change again tomorrow, as I have my 'initial assessment' with the counselling service the NHS passed me on to after my four sessions of not particularly useful CBT. We shall see...
[Cut for length.Tags indicate content]London on Friday saw the launch of a new EBM club, Exit The Grey, appropriately enough on 24 February. [For the benefit of non-goths, I should perhaps explain that 24/2 is 'EBM day' due to the band Front 242 being one of the pioneers of the style.] I've enjoyed nights at the venue, the Star of Kings, in the past but, sadly, this night was far too crowded for my liking. I stayed for maybe an hour and a half, but realised that it was getting the point where even when they played something I both knew and liked, I didn't want to dance. It was obviously a great success, so I'm kind of hoping it goes regular and finds a new and bigger venue - I have one annual visitor from the US who'd probably enjoy that, since we've both been disappointed by the Slimelight the last couple of times he's been over.
On Saturday I headed down to Southampton for the birthday do mentioned in my last update. The night got off to a less than great start when I got myself lost on arrival in town, found the wrong bus stop and nearly got on completely the wrong bus. (A city having more than one bus company and them then not co-operating so that they use the same numbers was a bit of a headfuck for this Londoner.) Things then picked up with a very nice meal at a place which was conveniently doing a vegan week - jackfruit 'vish and chips' was a new one on me - and a wander to a couple of pub nights, enabling chatting with friends old, new and vaguely remembered from the last time I visited.
There was much drunken silliness when we came back 'home' post-pub, including some not entirely successful attempts to play every instrument in the birthday girl's house. Unfortunately, a couple of people took the retro back-to-student-years theme to an unfortunate extreme, keeping people awake with not-at-all-subtle humping etc for about an hour and a half after everyone else staying over had crashed for the night. Given that I inevitably woke with the dawn due to the absence of curtains, this led to me skipping the going out for brunch thing on the Sunday on the basis that (operating on two-and-a-half hours' sleep) I was not fit to associate with humans in case I murdered someone and buggering off back to London much earlier than planned. My mood was then not greatly helped by the fact that I managed to get on a train which was full of people heading to some football match at Wembley.
It's taken me quite a lot of today to get my equilibrium back, but I have managed to get through most of the day's to-do list so am currently feeling reasonably pleased with myself. That may all change again tomorrow, as I have my 'initial assessment' with the counselling service the NHS passed me on to after my four sessions of not particularly useful CBT. We shall see...