February - The Month Of Wine & Port!
Things really started taking off for me in the second month of 08. I continued to look after myself. Big partying came back but not as extreme and as frequent now. Give that body a break. Rico moved out. Phil moved out. Ed came back and it's great. We work full time now and cook for each other every night. We eat for cheap but always seem to feast like kings. I worked nights for a while doing data entry crap at One Railway and now I am doing Customer Service shit at Virgin Wines - and full time as well - on top of my studies! So I'm constantly busy and stuff.
The writing has been going well. I wrote a piece called Batter that Chatter about a fire in a fish & chip shop which I will post soon and lots of experimental poetry.
So with my job and everything, I have become a bit of a wino. I have drunk so much recently but a special mention must go to Port which is from the beautiful and amazing city of Porto. Yea, Jono, James and Sam hadn't all properly met before but with the trip revolving around me - they came for a long weekend to Porto, Portugal and we all got on like a house on fire. Highlights of this incredible trip have to be the boat trip, looking around the Sandeman Port Lodge, eating great seafood and a great big slobbering dog that would look stoned and bored until he saw a bicycle ride past which he'd chase, springing into life. Doesn't sound much but believe, it was.
The Porrtugese have a special sausage they cook at your table, similar to chorizo or salami by setting fire to the alchhol in the bowl it is cooked over. The first morning for a hungover lunch I brought my head nervously closer and there right in front of hysterical locals, my hair sets on fire, fringe totally torched. From then on we had to keep ordring sausages, and though not as good as the first time, laughter was always ensured.
The Portugese loved us generally and we had two wild nights. The first one, we went in search of Plan B, this indie club apparently. The taxi driver instead dropped us at this godawful fast food joint and people were waving at us before we even got out the taxi, don't know why, it could be the collective pale skin or perehaps my blonde hair. We decided to go into this nightclub anyway which waslike a superclub but full of boys that looked likeCristiano Ronaldo and too many young girls. They had this really weird entry system where they gave you a 10 euro worth card to stamp your drinks on and then every other drink was stamped from there and you paid your balance on the way out which is fucked if you don't know how much you're spending and how much cash you have on you. I lost my ticket and that's an automatic 75 euro fine, The night seemed to have taken a bad turn but my 3 friends distracted the bouncer and out I sauntered, 30 euro's of drinks for free. I owed them one.
Second night we in this little punk bar sat on barrels drinking sangria and asked the barman for further haunts, based on his personal preference. He told us of two bars, one with a red door and another with a black door but with no names on the front. This was amazing and we decided to go black. A quirky little bar with great music, two of us stayed on past 4 for the lock-in and the bar staff were dancing on the bar pouring us free beers and rums. We were out until 8 which is unheard of in England and staggered home taking in a budgie and canary market on the way...
February - the month were the year started flying.
The writing has been going well. I wrote a piece called Batter that Chatter about a fire in a fish & chip shop which I will post soon and lots of experimental poetry.
So with my job and everything, I have become a bit of a wino. I have drunk so much recently but a special mention must go to Port which is from the beautiful and amazing city of Porto. Yea, Jono, James and Sam hadn't all properly met before but with the trip revolving around me - they came for a long weekend to Porto, Portugal and we all got on like a house on fire. Highlights of this incredible trip have to be the boat trip, looking around the Sandeman Port Lodge, eating great seafood and a great big slobbering dog that would look stoned and bored until he saw a bicycle ride past which he'd chase, springing into life. Doesn't sound much but believe, it was.
The Porrtugese have a special sausage they cook at your table, similar to chorizo or salami by setting fire to the alchhol in the bowl it is cooked over. The first morning for a hungover lunch I brought my head nervously closer and there right in front of hysterical locals, my hair sets on fire, fringe totally torched. From then on we had to keep ordring sausages, and though not as good as the first time, laughter was always ensured.
The Portugese loved us generally and we had two wild nights. The first one, we went in search of Plan B, this indie club apparently. The taxi driver instead dropped us at this godawful fast food joint and people were waving at us before we even got out the taxi, don't know why, it could be the collective pale skin or perehaps my blonde hair. We decided to go into this nightclub anyway which waslike a superclub but full of boys that looked likeCristiano Ronaldo and too many young girls. They had this really weird entry system where they gave you a 10 euro worth card to stamp your drinks on and then every other drink was stamped from there and you paid your balance on the way out which is fucked if you don't know how much you're spending and how much cash you have on you. I lost my ticket and that's an automatic 75 euro fine, The night seemed to have taken a bad turn but my 3 friends distracted the bouncer and out I sauntered, 30 euro's of drinks for free. I owed them one.
Second night we in this little punk bar sat on barrels drinking sangria and asked the barman for further haunts, based on his personal preference. He told us of two bars, one with a red door and another with a black door but with no names on the front. This was amazing and we decided to go black. A quirky little bar with great music, two of us stayed on past 4 for the lock-in and the bar staff were dancing on the bar pouring us free beers and rums. We were out until 8 which is unheard of in England and staggered home taking in a budgie and canary market on the way...
February - the month were the year started flying.