Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta.
Thursday afternoon Tom called me to tell me I was coming round his for a barbeque. It was just us and a few of the BMXers from Yate that I know- pretty low key. Tom was the chef and very sweetly left a meat-free space on the bbq for my vegeburgers I had cleverly made at home before I rode over. Speaking of which, I realised my bike is practically ancient now at six years old and doesn't look a day over 6 months, due to her caring ex-mechanic owner. After being so uncool for so long, she's now practically a national treasure, with original old school parts that the boys were marvelling over. It made me feel cool. I almost sold her before I went to DK and when she still hadn't been bought when I returned I thought about getting rid for cheap, but I think I was just desperate for money at the time. I know no one really needs three bikes, but I couldn't give up any of them!
After the barbeque we passed the pipe on Tom's hookah for a while and watched some trippy film. Dellian and Mullins went to the farmhouse, Ryan went to view a car and Kit went home to his girlfriend. I ate some more of Tom's mountain of chocolate biscuits and we slept in an extremely hot bedroom.
In the last month or two, it's been getting pretty regular for Matthew and I to meet up with our friend Mike to play pool at Riley's on a Friday. There's so many Mikes I know, from now on I'll refer to this new Mike as 'Mike R' (for Riordan- funny Irish spelling). We know him 'cause he works on the Deli at Tesco going back when I was there, and, although at the time I never knew his name, always used to nod a hello on my way out to the bread store.
Up until a few weeks ago, Rileys used to be full of the usual people every single week, but apparently they've moved on. I think to the Farmhouse. Perhaps they don't go there because Gilmour got banned or something. So anyway, the three of us get there and its pretty quiet. We don't see anyone we know. Well, I did. On our way up to the steps, Liam Barrett (my old friend from work) chimed my name behind me, also on his way up to Riley's to perform his weekly sleazy ritual.
I was mixing my drinks pretty badly and, quicker than the boys for once, I felt my consciousness succumb to the alcohol and my already poor standard of pool playing turned into comedy as I de-shoed due to wearing my Converse too tight (You know how they can get uncomfortable sometimes?) and draped myself over the huge American pool table. I tried various dirty tactics, as I was sure I wasn't going to beat either boys: bum grabbing, loud coughing and funny faces in sight of the shot were being dealt all over the place, but still not one game did I win! It all kinda turned pear-shaped when Mike's friend, who managed the bar last, night did a "Ray special" by mixing two different kinds of Corky's shots into an absolutely foul concoction that turned all three of us into drunken idiots.
Soon it was time to leave and we stumbled home amidst some of the very most bizarre conversations I've ever held with anyone. Mike left us by Abbotswood School field, just meters from my house, and Matthew saw me to my door- not after I pulled him down onto the grass a couple times after when I tripped over myself and grabbed onto him for (lack of) stability. Mum told me this morning she heard several failed attempts to get the key in the front door before I was finally successful.
Despite planning to watch the England game today, I chose to lie in the sun all afternoon and finish my book, 'Lolita', Vladimir Nabokov's famous book about a French college Professor in 1940s USA and his obsession with a 'honey-skinned' pubescent girl-child. I am glad I have finished it now, as I have had Adrian Lyne's 1998 film interpretation on my Amazon rental list for a while and now I can finally watch it.
Tonight I have another Miyazaki film to watch and send back before Monday. Although its likely Matthew or Tom or someone will call me out for beer-duty and the whole 'nursing a hangover' thing will be forgotten and the film will have to wait another day yet again.
Damn, this was only supposed to be a short update. Enjoy the rest of your weekends.
Cam agrees I should have more photos in my entries. I do feel bad sometimes about referencing people some of you dont know. Therefore:
Matthew:
Mike:
Tom:
Although that picture of Tom is like two years old and he's not even with that girl anymore. You get the idea.
After the barbeque we passed the pipe on Tom's hookah for a while and watched some trippy film. Dellian and Mullins went to the farmhouse, Ryan went to view a car and Kit went home to his girlfriend. I ate some more of Tom's mountain of chocolate biscuits and we slept in an extremely hot bedroom.
In the last month or two, it's been getting pretty regular for Matthew and I to meet up with our friend Mike to play pool at Riley's on a Friday. There's so many Mikes I know, from now on I'll refer to this new Mike as 'Mike R' (for Riordan- funny Irish spelling). We know him 'cause he works on the Deli at Tesco going back when I was there, and, although at the time I never knew his name, always used to nod a hello on my way out to the bread store.
Up until a few weeks ago, Rileys used to be full of the usual people every single week, but apparently they've moved on. I think to the Farmhouse. Perhaps they don't go there because Gilmour got banned or something. So anyway, the three of us get there and its pretty quiet. We don't see anyone we know. Well, I did. On our way up to the steps, Liam Barrett (my old friend from work) chimed my name behind me, also on his way up to Riley's to perform his weekly sleazy ritual.
I was mixing my drinks pretty badly and, quicker than the boys for once, I felt my consciousness succumb to the alcohol and my already poor standard of pool playing turned into comedy as I de-shoed due to wearing my Converse too tight (You know how they can get uncomfortable sometimes?) and draped myself over the huge American pool table. I tried various dirty tactics, as I was sure I wasn't going to beat either boys: bum grabbing, loud coughing and funny faces in sight of the shot were being dealt all over the place, but still not one game did I win! It all kinda turned pear-shaped when Mike's friend, who managed the bar last, night did a "Ray special" by mixing two different kinds of Corky's shots into an absolutely foul concoction that turned all three of us into drunken idiots.
Soon it was time to leave and we stumbled home amidst some of the very most bizarre conversations I've ever held with anyone. Mike left us by Abbotswood School field, just meters from my house, and Matthew saw me to my door- not after I pulled him down onto the grass a couple times after when I tripped over myself and grabbed onto him for (lack of) stability. Mum told me this morning she heard several failed attempts to get the key in the front door before I was finally successful.
Despite planning to watch the England game today, I chose to lie in the sun all afternoon and finish my book, 'Lolita', Vladimir Nabokov's famous book about a French college Professor in 1940s USA and his obsession with a 'honey-skinned' pubescent girl-child. I am glad I have finished it now, as I have had Adrian Lyne's 1998 film interpretation on my Amazon rental list for a while and now I can finally watch it.
Tonight I have another Miyazaki film to watch and send back before Monday. Although its likely Matthew or Tom or someone will call me out for beer-duty and the whole 'nursing a hangover' thing will be forgotten and the film will have to wait another day yet again.
Damn, this was only supposed to be a short update. Enjoy the rest of your weekends.
Cam agrees I should have more photos in my entries. I do feel bad sometimes about referencing people some of you dont know. Therefore:
Matthew:
Mike:
Tom:
Although that picture of Tom is like two years old and he's not even with that girl anymore. You get the idea.