Hnnnnnngggggg.
LANs are weird. Getting 4 hours sleep after and THEN the ProPlus kicking in is weirder. Decided at almost midnight to go the Swan and possibly the K to kill my energy. They sell Carlsberg at the K now, in cans. Noticed for the first time a sign at the bar which proclaims that the City Council banned them specifically from serving drinks in glass containers. Forgot until I ordered that Thursday still has old-school prices that they had when I was 16, i.e. all drinks £3 2 4 1. So, 2 cans of Carlsberg for 3 quid. Not too bad.
Chatted with Viking Dom for a bit. Ran into Matt Chall and Jay, chatted to Chall for a bit. Chatted to a variety of random people - asked to see some dude's ink, compared mine, found he's an artist apprenticing in Hunts Cross. Got into a long conversation in the mens about audio after some dude recognised the brand of headphones that were falling out of my jeans side pocket.
Eventually left, tried to scab a fag again, failed this time and realised that what I was really after was chips since all I'd eaten in 24 hours was a 2 bacon rolls and some leftover chicken. Only place I could find open was the shitty Kebab shop on Dale St. Remembering that they'd sold the worst Doner I've ever tasted* I decided for a different option. Chicken Kebab. Only £4 with chips and how can you fuck up chicken, really?
Turns out that their counter to their tasteless Doners is to marinade their chicken in enough chilli that it made me think my mouth was bleeding. Once I'd got through the layer of salad which was totally not the "just lettuce and mayo" that I'd ordered. There was definitely onion in there which ironically due to being yet another foodstuff horribly mongled by that shop was not rejected by my mouth as immediate Satan. So, after rushing home and chewing and rechewing the pitta provided with the hope of absorbing some of the caspacin which was soaking into my gums and tongue, I got to the fridge for a drink of milk. Those of you who follow my Facebook may know that 4 days ago I took a sip of what turned out to be cheese from the fridged carton which fairly quickly came back up. Having wanted to make a cup of tea at the time I took another well-within-date carton of UHT from the cupboard, made a cup and fridged the rest. Swigging this as I arrived home.... also sour. Not completely separated into cheese and brown, thankfully, but certainly still distasteful. This also got sinked.
I am left wondering, what can cause a perfectly "good" carton of skimmed UHT to go sour in only 4 days? The only reasoning I can make into sense is that the heat of summer is turning the milk even while in the cartons.
Going back to the K, I saw two topless guys hugging by the end of the night and, since they obviously were doing so in a friendly manner, said "Woah, that's definitely the gayest thing I've seen all night." Long story short, one of the guys and I got into a gay-off that ended up with me sucking on his nipple. I have, I think, gained his girlfriend's phone number from this. I understand not exactly why.
- End Transmission.
* The best and worst Doners I have ever had have both been in Liverpool. The worst being some watery tasteless pap that was barely identifiable as meat from Dale St, and the best being some thinly sliced ribbons which tasted actually fairly strongly of lightly spiced lamb that I got on Berry St.
Chatted with Viking Dom for a bit. Ran into Matt Chall and Jay, chatted to Chall for a bit. Chatted to a variety of random people - asked to see some dude's ink, compared mine, found he's an artist apprenticing in Hunts Cross. Got into a long conversation in the mens about audio after some dude recognised the brand of headphones that were falling out of my jeans side pocket.
Eventually left, tried to scab a fag again, failed this time and realised that what I was really after was chips since all I'd eaten in 24 hours was a 2 bacon rolls and some leftover chicken. Only place I could find open was the shitty Kebab shop on Dale St. Remembering that they'd sold the worst Doner I've ever tasted* I decided for a different option. Chicken Kebab. Only £4 with chips and how can you fuck up chicken, really?
Turns out that their counter to their tasteless Doners is to marinade their chicken in enough chilli that it made me think my mouth was bleeding. Once I'd got through the layer of salad which was totally not the "just lettuce and mayo" that I'd ordered. There was definitely onion in there which ironically due to being yet another foodstuff horribly mongled by that shop was not rejected by my mouth as immediate Satan. So, after rushing home and chewing and rechewing the pitta provided with the hope of absorbing some of the caspacin which was soaking into my gums and tongue, I got to the fridge for a drink of milk. Those of you who follow my Facebook may know that 4 days ago I took a sip of what turned out to be cheese from the fridged carton which fairly quickly came back up. Having wanted to make a cup of tea at the time I took another well-within-date carton of UHT from the cupboard, made a cup and fridged the rest. Swigging this as I arrived home.... also sour. Not completely separated into cheese and brown, thankfully, but certainly still distasteful. This also got sinked.
I am left wondering, what can cause a perfectly "good" carton of skimmed UHT to go sour in only 4 days? The only reasoning I can make into sense is that the heat of summer is turning the milk even while in the cartons.
Going back to the K, I saw two topless guys hugging by the end of the night and, since they obviously were doing so in a friendly manner, said "Woah, that's definitely the gayest thing I've seen all night." Long story short, one of the guys and I got into a gay-off that ended up with me sucking on his nipple. I have, I think, gained his girlfriend's phone number from this. I understand not exactly why.
- End Transmission.
* The best and worst Doners I have ever had have both been in Liverpool. The worst being some watery tasteless pap that was barely identifiable as meat from Dale St, and the best being some thinly sliced ribbons which tasted actually fairly strongly of lightly spiced lamb that I got on Berry St.