it slices, it dices...
it's been an odd week. let me describe...
Wednesday was the Thursday/Zico Chain show at the Metro, followed by a little aftershow at The Phoenix. i had a brilliant night, drank loads and ended up falling asleep standing up on Charing Cross Road, leaning against some shop window. reckon i was out for about 20-30 mins, and then woke up, didn't realise i'd been zonked out and got really angry at the fact that no bus had turned up in about 45 mins. clearly at least one had whilst i was out. rode the bus home, managed to wake up in time to get off at the right stop and crashed out. brilliant.
felt rough as on Thursday morning, and was 20mins late for work. luckily, everyone else was bollocksed and awful too. hell, even Chris was 40mins late. anyway, we thought it would be the best idea ever to go to Chicken Cottage for lunch. brough back two Family Specials between 5 of us and then all sat there, hardly able to eat any of this greasy, fried mess that was in front of us. it was the worst thing i've ever done. felt terrible for the rest of the day, and then made my way home to let Murta and Zara in, and have a shower before going to Rich's gig at The Windmill. opted not to drink and enjoyed myself without really liking any of the bands, and managed to perk up a bit. went home and proceeded to try sort out some work that i'd brought home. no, my job doesn't make me do this, it's just that i'd been totally neglecting this one aspect of my work and suddenly realised i needed it done for Friday. but of course i wasn't able to skip the gig, so had to do it late unto the night, and then have to get in really early the next day.
needless to say, i felt shocking all day Friday, after the lack of decent sleep for the last two days, but made it through the day and was ready to get on it by the time the end of the day came. so off we went to Wembley Arena to witness the spectacle that was My Chemical Romance. fucking amazing show (again) and me and Dex had necked three tins each before we got there. all in all, i had 8 beers on an empty stomach - i think that tells you all you need to know about the state i was in when i arrived home, via Best. literally battered. oh deary me.
and so Saturday was the drinkathon. again, i got absolutely fucked. the night culminated with far too much memory loss for my liking, another apparent early disappearance from After Skool, more sleeping on the bus, waking myself up in Peckham by spewing on my own leg and then getting home and crashing right out. i'm a fucking shambles recently and i'm not a huge fan of it at the moment. one day, my drinking will be 'cool', now it's just a bit too 'WAHEY!'. this performance was coupled with the fact that i wasn't having a brilliant time in The Angel. yeah, it was cool to see people, but i'd have much preferred less numbers and more time with them. i'm really not looking forward to the next one of these that gets organised - they're just too big. like, everyone there is a Good Dude, but i'm not overly down with hanging out with 30 odd people at once. it's too difficult to get time with anyone. meh, maybe i'm just old and grumpy.
so yeah, that's been it really. absolutely destroyed drunk for 3 nights out of 4 and hardly anything constituting a decent night's sleep. this isn't good. for serious. oh well. i'm least i'm not still letting Bloody Women do my head in. oh, wait...the opposite of that.
le sigh
this week'll be good. no drinks until Wednesday, then it's New Noise, which'll be awesome. and then Thursday night, Helen's offered me a spare ticket to go see Straylight Run with her. bit odd maybe, as i've never done anything with just Helen before, but i think she just wanted someone there who's as in love with John Nolan as she is. so it'll be interesting, i reckon. and then it's a heroic bank holiday weekend and i can rest up. i'm all about trying to regain some sleep and vegetables.
who wants to come round and not really do anything with me on Easter Saturday?
listing some excellent new things in my life will now commence:
+ my new friend Zara. only known her 2 months, feels like years
+ No Trigger
+ Dave's new album. sorted, fella
+ Peep Show Series 3 DVDs that actually work
+ Sunny enough days to walk to the tube in the morning
+ Spinach. how have i not lived off this before? poor formz.
laters, brah
Wednesday was the Thursday/Zico Chain show at the Metro, followed by a little aftershow at The Phoenix. i had a brilliant night, drank loads and ended up falling asleep standing up on Charing Cross Road, leaning against some shop window. reckon i was out for about 20-30 mins, and then woke up, didn't realise i'd been zonked out and got really angry at the fact that no bus had turned up in about 45 mins. clearly at least one had whilst i was out. rode the bus home, managed to wake up in time to get off at the right stop and crashed out. brilliant.
felt rough as on Thursday morning, and was 20mins late for work. luckily, everyone else was bollocksed and awful too. hell, even Chris was 40mins late. anyway, we thought it would be the best idea ever to go to Chicken Cottage for lunch. brough back two Family Specials between 5 of us and then all sat there, hardly able to eat any of this greasy, fried mess that was in front of us. it was the worst thing i've ever done. felt terrible for the rest of the day, and then made my way home to let Murta and Zara in, and have a shower before going to Rich's gig at The Windmill. opted not to drink and enjoyed myself without really liking any of the bands, and managed to perk up a bit. went home and proceeded to try sort out some work that i'd brought home. no, my job doesn't make me do this, it's just that i'd been totally neglecting this one aspect of my work and suddenly realised i needed it done for Friday. but of course i wasn't able to skip the gig, so had to do it late unto the night, and then have to get in really early the next day.
needless to say, i felt shocking all day Friday, after the lack of decent sleep for the last two days, but made it through the day and was ready to get on it by the time the end of the day came. so off we went to Wembley Arena to witness the spectacle that was My Chemical Romance. fucking amazing show (again) and me and Dex had necked three tins each before we got there. all in all, i had 8 beers on an empty stomach - i think that tells you all you need to know about the state i was in when i arrived home, via Best. literally battered. oh deary me.
and so Saturday was the drinkathon. again, i got absolutely fucked. the night culminated with far too much memory loss for my liking, another apparent early disappearance from After Skool, more sleeping on the bus, waking myself up in Peckham by spewing on my own leg and then getting home and crashing right out. i'm a fucking shambles recently and i'm not a huge fan of it at the moment. one day, my drinking will be 'cool', now it's just a bit too 'WAHEY!'. this performance was coupled with the fact that i wasn't having a brilliant time in The Angel. yeah, it was cool to see people, but i'd have much preferred less numbers and more time with them. i'm really not looking forward to the next one of these that gets organised - they're just too big. like, everyone there is a Good Dude, but i'm not overly down with hanging out with 30 odd people at once. it's too difficult to get time with anyone. meh, maybe i'm just old and grumpy.
so yeah, that's been it really. absolutely destroyed drunk for 3 nights out of 4 and hardly anything constituting a decent night's sleep. this isn't good. for serious. oh well. i'm least i'm not still letting Bloody Women do my head in. oh, wait...the opposite of that.
le sigh
this week'll be good. no drinks until Wednesday, then it's New Noise, which'll be awesome. and then Thursday night, Helen's offered me a spare ticket to go see Straylight Run with her. bit odd maybe, as i've never done anything with just Helen before, but i think she just wanted someone there who's as in love with John Nolan as she is. so it'll be interesting, i reckon. and then it's a heroic bank holiday weekend and i can rest up. i'm all about trying to regain some sleep and vegetables.
who wants to come round and not really do anything with me on Easter Saturday?
listing some excellent new things in my life will now commence:
+ my new friend Zara. only known her 2 months, feels like years
+ No Trigger
+ Dave's new album. sorted, fella
+ Peep Show Series 3 DVDs that actually work
+ Sunny enough days to walk to the tube in the morning
+ Spinach. how have i not lived off this before? poor formz.
laters, brah