Dumbledores in the 3rd film. Still not Gandalf yet.
Well, survived the weekend in Glasgow. Wasnt too bad travelling, only about 5 hours there and 6 back on the coach. With our typical organisation we left our packing till the night before, so stayed up late sorting it all out, then were up early (Well 7am) to get the coach. Unfortunately, when i woke up on Friday morning i had a really bad sore throat and was feeling crappy, and it turned out i was ill for most of the weekend i was up there. Wicked.
We met the scottish scags at the coach station in Glasgow at about 2pm on the Friday, and jumped a taxi back to their flat. I got dosed up with paracetamol and went 'Blargh' on the couch. We ended up going out for a meal with Kate and Gary, and Claires Mum, Dad and brother. Was a very nice meal, alas i was still feeling blagh. Birthday girl claire was all dressed up, and lots of pictures were taken. After the meal we went and got changed before going to the Cathouse in glasgow, which was an interesting club split over 2 floors. Upstairs the dancefloor was packed though so hardly any room to move (Except I Will Be Heard, where Dave dissapeared the bastich), and the downstairs had more room and played more old school shit, awesome. B0rked my neck totally, but hey, if im ill im gonna feel poopy anyways.
Got more shit to write about, but need to restart and dont wanna lose this.
"Im standing here, but im on my way,
Searching to find an answer but im standing here,
But its all the same and im running out of patiance.
And i will take my reason, from you,
And ive gained a reason, from you."