one week left . . .
yesterday evening kelly and i met ben, holly and others at st. james's park. with a wonderful view of buckingham palace we got drunk on a hill. at one point the ducks and pigeons started to attack us. ben told me that he once pissed on the gates of buckingham palace. didn't ozzy osbourne get kicked out of texas for ten years for peeing on the alamo? not surprisingly, ben (like ozzy) is from birmingham. as it got cold and the ladies needed to pee we decided to pack up camp and move, though first ben and i rolled down the hill (one of my favorite childhood past times).
we headed to a pub through ever-busy picadilly circus while kelly was trying to keep her poor little basil plant alive amidst the clouds of smoke. holly said that the basil plant was now our mascot and that we should take it to the The Ghetto with us. instead kelly and i took it home. we arrived at miss shapes fashionably late. it was good to see some familiar faces again. scott wasn't there unfortunately. i think he's back on the isle of wight for good. i hate that i didn't get to say goodbye to him. emma's got yet another new girl. she's really got a thing for blondes.
we danced and shut the place down. they really played an interesting mix, from fischerspooner and the yeah yeah yeahs to michael jackson and the beatles. it's not exactly my thing but a good night out. i slept too late today to do anything productive. tonight we are going to shinky shonky for brock's farewell extravaganza. it should be fun as always but i don't want to talk to the doorman that hits on me. it's just not right at a gay club. at least he lets me in for free though, although i could give a shit about having to spend 5 pounds.
tomorrow is ian's housewarming thingy. i'm really interested in seeing his new place. i am not so interested in having the serious talk that i know we must.
oh well . . . time to make some asparagus and get dressed (in that order).
we headed to a pub through ever-busy picadilly circus while kelly was trying to keep her poor little basil plant alive amidst the clouds of smoke. holly said that the basil plant was now our mascot and that we should take it to the The Ghetto with us. instead kelly and i took it home. we arrived at miss shapes fashionably late. it was good to see some familiar faces again. scott wasn't there unfortunately. i think he's back on the isle of wight for good. i hate that i didn't get to say goodbye to him. emma's got yet another new girl. she's really got a thing for blondes.
we danced and shut the place down. they really played an interesting mix, from fischerspooner and the yeah yeah yeahs to michael jackson and the beatles. it's not exactly my thing but a good night out. i slept too late today to do anything productive. tonight we are going to shinky shonky for brock's farewell extravaganza. it should be fun as always but i don't want to talk to the doorman that hits on me. it's just not right at a gay club. at least he lets me in for free though, although i could give a shit about having to spend 5 pounds.
tomorrow is ian's housewarming thingy. i'm really interested in seeing his new place. i am not so interested in having the serious talk that i know we must.
oh well . . . time to make some asparagus and get dressed (in that order).