I'm 22, do a poo.
My birthday weekend was nice. On the thursday afternoon, I got the train to Middlesbrough. At Derby station I saw one of the experts from Flog It!, Anita Manning
Seeing a little known, kind-of tv personality was great. Although not as good as when I saw Rolf Harris at Sheffield station.
That night in Middlesbrough, Damian worked and I fucked around online and I ate a big Subway sandwich Damian had made for me at work (it was huge, the meat was about 3 inches thick!) On the friday we went shopping in Middlesbrough and picked up a few things for my birthday (Damian hadn't bought me anything yet, so said that I could choose what I wanted), that night we went to see Patrick Wolf at Mima (their brilliant new modern art gallery). It was strange going to a gig in the gallery though, there was no atmosphere and we were surrounded by glass walls and art gallery staff who shouted at people for touching he walls or a shelving unit. The actual stage positioning etc was also laid out weirdly, we had to stand facing sideways to the stage, and the bar and lifts were to the left of us. Patrick Wolf and the support act had to come out of these lifts to get to the stage, and walk through lots of people, which just caused a lot of bother and mismanagement. Most of the audience were complaining, and there were lots of talking cunts. Anyway, Patrick was his usual lovely greatness, but he only played for around 40 minutes and there was no encore at all. Some arseholes shouted "Get your cock out!" at him, just when he seemed to be enjoying it, and that seemed to put a dampner on everything and he shouted out "Get your tits out, bitch", but he didn't play even the songs he said he would play later on, so it seemed like he got really fucked off. So yeah, we were out of the venue by 10pm ish.
On saturday, my birthday, we woke up and went and got the train to Durham. At Durham we got dinner (lunch!) at some pub, then went and explored. Durham was really nice, and it seemed like we went on a good day. There was a massive marquee with craft/christmas stalls, and carol singers and REAL LIVE REINDEERS in the market square. Damian bought me more things towards my birhday, and a fun day was had by all. We went to the cathedral, which was beautiful, and probably the nicest one I've been to in the UK. We left at around 5.30pm, and once we were in Middlesbrough we went and go takeaway for tea. I had the local delicacy of a parmo (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parmo). That night we watched tv in bed and drank wine. Damian got drunk SIGH.
Sunday morning I got up early, and went and got the train home to Sheffield. At home I put up the Chrismas decorations, whilst getting into the spirit with Christmas films. We watched A Chrismas Story, which is ace and most people haven't watched it which I am appalled by, and then Elf, which was cute. I'm so glad we have the decorations up early this year, last year we didn't get them up until fucking Chrismas Eve. On sunday I also got some family presents (Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger from my brother, £50 "towards a coat or something" from my parents and some chocolates, and £20 from my grandad.)
Since monday I've had the worst cough ever, and didn't go back to uni until tuesday night. I've felt shit all week at uni, and down and lonely. So, tonight I got the train home (I've finished with lectures for the week anyway, and need a place with internet access to do the three courseworks that I have to finish *and start* by friday).
So yes, here I am. I probably have other stuff to say, but I think I've typed enough shit for now. Oh yes, my complete birthday portfolio from Damian = A gollywog stuffed toy (yes I know), some lush bath things, a skirt from h&m, a fake Marc Jacobs stam bag, two books (one on Beauty Queens, and Machiavelli - The Prince), and probably some other things which I can't remember.
Seeing a little known, kind-of tv personality was great. Although not as good as when I saw Rolf Harris at Sheffield station.
That night in Middlesbrough, Damian worked and I fucked around online and I ate a big Subway sandwich Damian had made for me at work (it was huge, the meat was about 3 inches thick!) On the friday we went shopping in Middlesbrough and picked up a few things for my birthday (Damian hadn't bought me anything yet, so said that I could choose what I wanted), that night we went to see Patrick Wolf at Mima (their brilliant new modern art gallery). It was strange going to a gig in the gallery though, there was no atmosphere and we were surrounded by glass walls and art gallery staff who shouted at people for touching he walls or a shelving unit. The actual stage positioning etc was also laid out weirdly, we had to stand facing sideways to the stage, and the bar and lifts were to the left of us. Patrick Wolf and the support act had to come out of these lifts to get to the stage, and walk through lots of people, which just caused a lot of bother and mismanagement. Most of the audience were complaining, and there were lots of talking cunts. Anyway, Patrick was his usual lovely greatness, but he only played for around 40 minutes and there was no encore at all. Some arseholes shouted "Get your cock out!" at him, just when he seemed to be enjoying it, and that seemed to put a dampner on everything and he shouted out "Get your tits out, bitch", but he didn't play even the songs he said he would play later on, so it seemed like he got really fucked off. So yeah, we were out of the venue by 10pm ish.
On saturday, my birthday, we woke up and went and got the train to Durham. At Durham we got dinner (lunch!) at some pub, then went and explored. Durham was really nice, and it seemed like we went on a good day. There was a massive marquee with craft/christmas stalls, and carol singers and REAL LIVE REINDEERS in the market square. Damian bought me more things towards my birhday, and a fun day was had by all. We went to the cathedral, which was beautiful, and probably the nicest one I've been to in the UK. We left at around 5.30pm, and once we were in Middlesbrough we went and go takeaway for tea. I had the local delicacy of a parmo (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parmo). That night we watched tv in bed and drank wine. Damian got drunk SIGH.
Sunday morning I got up early, and went and got the train home to Sheffield. At home I put up the Chrismas decorations, whilst getting into the spirit with Christmas films. We watched A Chrismas Story, which is ace and most people haven't watched it which I am appalled by, and then Elf, which was cute. I'm so glad we have the decorations up early this year, last year we didn't get them up until fucking Chrismas Eve. On sunday I also got some family presents (Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger from my brother, £50 "towards a coat or something" from my parents and some chocolates, and £20 from my grandad.)
Since monday I've had the worst cough ever, and didn't go back to uni until tuesday night. I've felt shit all week at uni, and down and lonely. So, tonight I got the train home (I've finished with lectures for the week anyway, and need a place with internet access to do the three courseworks that I have to finish *and start* by friday).
So yes, here I am. I probably have other stuff to say, but I think I've typed enough shit for now. Oh yes, my complete birthday portfolio from Damian = A gollywog stuffed toy (yes I know), some lush bath things, a skirt from h&m, a fake Marc Jacobs stam bag, two books (one on Beauty Queens, and Machiavelli - The Prince), and probably some other things which I can't remember.