Come. Journey. Time. Space. Etc.
I promised people a bit of a review of le Boosh, so here it is. Although its gonna be more of a “what happened over the last few days” basically, so deal with it. Right, well, Sunday kicked off the long weekend and we (me and Vikki) went down to the pub for the Villa/Man City game. Got there about 6ish and found a decent seat, which was easier than I thought it would be. Pub was pretty empty. Barman is getting to know me now (I’m in there every time Villa are on telly) so he came over and asked if I wanted to join the membership club they’re running for the World Cup. Basically it guarantees me entry as a ‘regular’ so he can control who comes in (don’t want no trouble an’ that) and I would get some kind of priority service with regard to drinks. Count me in, fella!
Anyway, the game started and then we were joined by a couple of friends (Simon and his rather fit girlfriend Jemma). Switched between watching the football and chatting away, slowly downing pints as we went along. Villa scored and apparently I cheered a bit louder than I perhaps should have done. Usually I’m muted when I watch football in public, but yeah, I gave a bit of a cheer without even realising. 20 minutes later I was speechless as Man City equalised in the last seconds of the game. I literally could.not.speak. Fuckers.
Anyway, this is all boring. I’m only including this to make the entry look longer innit. So, the game finished and we got asked if we were interested in doing the quiz. We had nothing else to do that night, so we went for it. It’s such a scam though, as you have to get EVERY question right to win the prize money (which stood at £525). We had two teams between the four of us, and I think we got 12 and 10 on our scoresheets, out of a possible 40. Embarrassing.
Next we decided to move on to another pub and we all had a great laugh. Simon is absolutely hilarious. We’re like a comedy duo when we get together, even if I say so myself. Every time we’ve met up, its ended up being such a hilarious night and Sunday was no exception. We just bounce off each other and can’t stop laughing all night. And believe it or not, he’s filthier than I am. Every gag is sex related, with no exception. Brilliant. He’s coming out with us this weekend too, we’re off bowling, so that’s gonna be another night of japes and tomfoolery!
Kebab on the way home. End night. Perfect.
Monday saw a trip to Boston in the daytime, for a bit of a mooch around the shops. I’m uber skint but I put aside a liiiiittle bit of cash to spend should anything take my eye in HMV or whatever. And take my eye it did. Got the new Alkaline Trio single (Burn, if you’re interested) and then got offered the vinyl versions at the counter. That’s the kind of service I expect. *nod* Checked out the b-sides and spazzed when I saw a Test Icicles remix on there. Spazzed in honour of our Rachael, of course. Text her but got no reply (although that’s now been explained, so no worries).
God, this really is boring. Oh well, onwards…
Another pub quiz on the night, in my favourite pub in Spalding (or at least it was). Just me and Vikki this time, although random people were hassling us for answers. Cheaters. The night took a fucking crappy turn when I got ID-ed! That’s right, I got I-fucking-D-ed! I’m 21 this year for fucks sake, I shouldn’t have to carry ID around. Thing that really annoyed me was that when I ordered he nodded and went to get a glass, then he came back and said “have you got any ID mate?”
I’ve never ever needed to carry any so I didn’t have anything on me. Its quite humiliating when you have to send someone else up to the bar to buy your drinks for you. Everyone has been saying I should take it as a compliment that I look young, but I can’t see it that way. I see it as a slap in the face. I love my drinking and I don’t want to have to be told I can’t do it by some fucking jobsworth in his shitty rugby shirt!
The White Horse has totally gone down in my estimation, matey boy. Won’t be going back there until they get some better bar staff!
Anyway, we finished last in the quiz, with 23-and-a-half points out of a possible 50. Its just as well we don’t plan to go back there really. Embarrassing.
Didn’t feel like a kebab (that’s how angry I was at the ‘ID-gate’ scandal) so it was straight back home for a bit of a Boosh session before hitting the sack.
Tuesday came and you all know what that means, baby! Boooooooooooooooooooooooosh Day! *dance*
We decided to go into Peterborough quite early and have a wander round and grab a meal before the show started, so we set off around 4ish. I grabbed a Maccy D’s and ate it outside with the scene kids…and a Bullet For My Valentine fan.
Then we did the HMV and Virgin Megastore rounds. Panic! were playing and I started bopping away in the store, much to Vikki’s dismay. Lucy seemed impressed when I text her though, haha.
For the record (as I told Luce) I wasn’t dancing like a mental, it was just a little bounce in my step. There was hardly anyone in there to appreciate it though. Ho hum. Kept getting tempted to buy their album actually, but Lucy is sending it soon, so I restrained myself like a good little boy. *nods*
Nipped into a pub to kill a bit of time and I got asked to take my hat off. What the fuck is wrong with pubs this week? I can understand that in an inner-city pub he must get a lot of trouble from hooligans and needs to be able to see their faces on the CCTV, but this was 6pm on a fucking Tuesday with no-one around. We were clearly in there for a quiet drink, not to smash the place up. I did as I was told (unusual for me, given the amount of bar staff I’ve told to fuck themselves in my time) and enjoyed my pint. There were a few Boosh fans in there, quoting the Hitcher like a motherbitch. I should point out that by now I was actually moist with excitement, and that was before the pre-show meal…
…which was cooked by those wonderful souls at Wetherspoons, and has to go down as one of the greatest meals I have ever had in my life. Not just because I knew it would be followed by Boosh, but because it was a plate of meat. Allow me to explain. Wetherspoons do a “steak and a drink” club on a Tuesday, from 5-11pm (ramble ramble) and for £5.99 you can order from a set menu of steaks and then, you guessed it, choose a drink. My eyes were drawn to the “mixed grill” option straight away and butter me up and fuck me with a scotch egg - it was amazing. For £6 I had a rump steak, a gammon steak, a pork steak, a Lincolnshire pork sausage, TWO lamb chops, a mountain of chips and a mahoosive flat mushroom, all washed down with a cold pint of Fosters. And I’m such a fatass that I even finished off Vikki’s steak. Cheg on that, Jodie Marshes!
And then we went on to le Broadway Theatre for what was to be the greatest show I have ever seen in my life!
I can’t be arsed to do that cut shizzle, so here’s my Rachael friendly review:
It was amazing.
I had a dream about Christina the other night. It freaked me the hell out. She was going away somewhere and we were all friendly and huggy. She said something like "I know we've had our differences, but we'll always be friends won't we?" and I was like "yeah, course, c'mere" and then we hugged and kissed before she left. What could it meeeeeeeean?!
Nothing, most likely.
/ worst entry ever
Anyway, the game started and then we were joined by a couple of friends (Simon and his rather fit girlfriend Jemma). Switched between watching the football and chatting away, slowly downing pints as we went along. Villa scored and apparently I cheered a bit louder than I perhaps should have done. Usually I’m muted when I watch football in public, but yeah, I gave a bit of a cheer without even realising. 20 minutes later I was speechless as Man City equalised in the last seconds of the game. I literally could.not.speak. Fuckers.
Anyway, this is all boring. I’m only including this to make the entry look longer innit. So, the game finished and we got asked if we were interested in doing the quiz. We had nothing else to do that night, so we went for it. It’s such a scam though, as you have to get EVERY question right to win the prize money (which stood at £525). We had two teams between the four of us, and I think we got 12 and 10 on our scoresheets, out of a possible 40. Embarrassing.
Next we decided to move on to another pub and we all had a great laugh. Simon is absolutely hilarious. We’re like a comedy duo when we get together, even if I say so myself. Every time we’ve met up, its ended up being such a hilarious night and Sunday was no exception. We just bounce off each other and can’t stop laughing all night. And believe it or not, he’s filthier than I am. Every gag is sex related, with no exception. Brilliant. He’s coming out with us this weekend too, we’re off bowling, so that’s gonna be another night of japes and tomfoolery!
Kebab on the way home. End night. Perfect.
Monday saw a trip to Boston in the daytime, for a bit of a mooch around the shops. I’m uber skint but I put aside a liiiiittle bit of cash to spend should anything take my eye in HMV or whatever. And take my eye it did. Got the new Alkaline Trio single (Burn, if you’re interested) and then got offered the vinyl versions at the counter. That’s the kind of service I expect. *nod* Checked out the b-sides and spazzed when I saw a Test Icicles remix on there. Spazzed in honour of our Rachael, of course. Text her but got no reply (although that’s now been explained, so no worries).
God, this really is boring. Oh well, onwards…
Another pub quiz on the night, in my favourite pub in Spalding (or at least it was). Just me and Vikki this time, although random people were hassling us for answers. Cheaters. The night took a fucking crappy turn when I got ID-ed! That’s right, I got I-fucking-D-ed! I’m 21 this year for fucks sake, I shouldn’t have to carry ID around. Thing that really annoyed me was that when I ordered he nodded and went to get a glass, then he came back and said “have you got any ID mate?”
I’ve never ever needed to carry any so I didn’t have anything on me. Its quite humiliating when you have to send someone else up to the bar to buy your drinks for you. Everyone has been saying I should take it as a compliment that I look young, but I can’t see it that way. I see it as a slap in the face. I love my drinking and I don’t want to have to be told I can’t do it by some fucking jobsworth in his shitty rugby shirt!
The White Horse has totally gone down in my estimation, matey boy. Won’t be going back there until they get some better bar staff!
Anyway, we finished last in the quiz, with 23-and-a-half points out of a possible 50. Its just as well we don’t plan to go back there really. Embarrassing.
Didn’t feel like a kebab (that’s how angry I was at the ‘ID-gate’ scandal) so it was straight back home for a bit of a Boosh session before hitting the sack.
Tuesday came and you all know what that means, baby! Boooooooooooooooooooooooosh Day! *dance*
We decided to go into Peterborough quite early and have a wander round and grab a meal before the show started, so we set off around 4ish. I grabbed a Maccy D’s and ate it outside with the scene kids…and a Bullet For My Valentine fan.
Then we did the HMV and Virgin Megastore rounds. Panic! were playing and I started bopping away in the store, much to Vikki’s dismay. Lucy seemed impressed when I text her though, haha.
For the record (as I told Luce) I wasn’t dancing like a mental, it was just a little bounce in my step. There was hardly anyone in there to appreciate it though. Ho hum. Kept getting tempted to buy their album actually, but Lucy is sending it soon, so I restrained myself like a good little boy. *nods*
Nipped into a pub to kill a bit of time and I got asked to take my hat off. What the fuck is wrong with pubs this week? I can understand that in an inner-city pub he must get a lot of trouble from hooligans and needs to be able to see their faces on the CCTV, but this was 6pm on a fucking Tuesday with no-one around. We were clearly in there for a quiet drink, not to smash the place up. I did as I was told (unusual for me, given the amount of bar staff I’ve told to fuck themselves in my time) and enjoyed my pint. There were a few Boosh fans in there, quoting the Hitcher like a motherbitch. I should point out that by now I was actually moist with excitement, and that was before the pre-show meal…
…which was cooked by those wonderful souls at Wetherspoons, and has to go down as one of the greatest meals I have ever had in my life. Not just because I knew it would be followed by Boosh, but because it was a plate of meat. Allow me to explain. Wetherspoons do a “steak and a drink” club on a Tuesday, from 5-11pm (ramble ramble) and for £5.99 you can order from a set menu of steaks and then, you guessed it, choose a drink. My eyes were drawn to the “mixed grill” option straight away and butter me up and fuck me with a scotch egg - it was amazing. For £6 I had a rump steak, a gammon steak, a pork steak, a Lincolnshire pork sausage, TWO lamb chops, a mountain of chips and a mahoosive flat mushroom, all washed down with a cold pint of Fosters. And I’m such a fatass that I even finished off Vikki’s steak. Cheg on that, Jodie Marshes!
And then we went on to le Broadway Theatre for what was to be the greatest show I have ever seen in my life!
I can’t be arsed to do that cut shizzle, so here’s my Rachael friendly review:
It was amazing.
I had a dream about Christina the other night. It freaked me the hell out. She was going away somewhere and we were all friendly and huggy. She said something like "I know we've had our differences, but we'll always be friends won't we?" and I was like "yeah, course, c'mere" and then we hugged and kissed before she left. What could it meeeeeeeean?!
Nothing, most likely.
/ worst entry ever