Had a lovely time at Quinns then lost a large chunk of my memory, this on its own would not be so bad but when twinned with the fact that when I came to I was soaked through and sitting at a bus stop in some part of suburbia that resides outside London, yes thats right outside London, I went out in Camden for christs sake, how the hell did I end up ( Read more... )

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I feel like a vomit stained netto carrier bag full of broken glass. What the fuck happenned last night I vaguely remember a club, which may or may not have been in London, some dancing occured, or it may not have. I'm fairly certain a number of fermented beverages were injected intravenously. Oh yes I am definitely sure of that, eeke the knives in ( Read more... )

Gaaahh! Despite being knackered have drunk myself danceable and am preparing to enter the Egg! Looking forward (I hope) to an evening of frantic Electroclash. The only downside being a) missing the train and getting the ONE AND A HALF HOUR NIGHT BUS HOME... AAAAAAAAAH... b) waking up on a random floor and realising that I'm meant to be getting a ( Read more... )

I was having a quick look at Emptyjohns dodgy word association results and decided to have a look at the same site ( Read more... )

LJ POST DISCLAIMER: Ahahahahaha, my internet works again!!! Must post something to LJ even if I can't think of anything ( Read more... )

I seem to be suffering from a very odd sort of karma, where every time I have a really good time something bad has to happen to balance things out?!... Friday was a bit like that and Saturday definitely was... I had a good party with some friends in Chancery Lane, however got sooooo shitfaced that I not only got on the wrong tube in completely the ( Read more... )

Suddenly I realised that rock thing was true, Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil, Jesus was the architect prior to his career as a prophet, and there was nothing else that I could do but ding a ding dang my dang-a-long ling-long... HIT IT ( Read more... )

Quite the contrary to be frank, the first bottle of red has slipped down nicely and I'm off for a fun shmoooze down in Brighton for Steave Smiths birthday at Nightshade. It's payday tomorrow and my bank can stop shouting at me about the size of my overdraft ( Read more... )

John asked me the other day why I haven't touched my live journal in months and the honest answer was that I feel a wee bit uncomfortable spilling out emotions to the general public. Anything that is worth saying is worth saying in person, and all that jank. However... I'm feeling rather upbeat at the moment. Despite several, ins, outs, ups, downs ( Read more... )