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Thursday, November 17th, 2005
11:28 am	Torn I am entirely undecided whether or not to buy a car, living where i do makes it easy to park for free and i WOULD find it handy for trips to kent and rounds of golf with Ian, but can i really justify the expense? If i did decide to get one i'd probably buy a Bmw cos i love them so much and i miss my old one, but i'd only ever drive it about one weekend in 3 wouldn't i? or would i use it as a reason to get out and about more and visit friends. It's a quandry Current Mood: thoughtful (19 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 11th, 2005
10:41 am	You'll wake up blind Only been to the pub 3 nights out of 4 this week, tho on two of those occasions i did manage to leave after 2 pints, the first being Monday for the football, the second being Weds night in Davys of the Wharf with B and T people. That one i had to leave to get home for The Bourne Identity (four unlikely karate moves out of 5) interspersed with Romy and Michelle (5 bloodfilled shoes out of 5). Last night went and met Ian (and M briefly) for beer and Golden Tee (i was -11 on a very hard course GET ME), and were joined by one of the comedians that does work for Ian, who was doing a set upstairs. Very nice guy just starting out (i gave him a few pointers, natch). He invited us on to the store (this is "biz speak" for the Comedy Store) but i think we'd both had enough by closing time so went home. The evening had earlier been enlightened by a very camp gay man coming over and asking first if we were playing a cricket game ("sorry, i dont understand sport, i'm gay you see")and then enquiring if Ian would like an orgasm so powerful he would wake up blind. Offer declined. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 7th, 2005
12:32 pm	Part the second So, having braved the very depths of East London, i went to the much more refined West end to meet Michael and catch up, watch some diabolical non-league footer and generally relax. He left at about 9.30, and rather than do the sensible thing after the night before i headed off to the P to meet Jody and Tash (briefly). B was there with many T staff in tow (who kept giving us a racous rendition of Dirty old town for some reason) and soon it degenerated, as nights at the P always do, into a round of drunken slurring, enlightened by Maurice and his fantastic card trick, which had me perplexed again and again. Left at about 2.30 and managed to stay on the nightbus all the way home this time, a small triumph. Saturday i had decided would be a day of rest, and watched my fave film from childhood "That Darn Cat" before heading up to Kilburn to meet Michael for "a couple of pints" and the rugby. We watched it in Michael's new fave pub ("apart from the clientele,) where Carlsberg is £1.69 a pint, in Cricklewood and drank rather more than a couple. At one point i remarked to Michael that it had turned cold recently and he pointed out that by discussing such things, while sat in an old pub on the same bench seat made us very old. Got home about 11 which was a blessing as i'd arranged to play football on Sunday. Got a gaycall from Ian in the morning ("is it still on? it's raining and cold") but managed to persuade him to play in what turned out to be a thriller, with us coming back from 6-2 down to win 8-6 (hattrick for yours truly). Followed the match with a Sunday roast in the pub, followed by moving on to Quinns for the Man U V Chelsea game and eventually home again at 7pm. Dozed on sofa and watched 50 Best selling artists of the 21st Century, which served to remind me that i need to update my music collection at some point Current Mood: apathetic (Comment on this)
10:11 am	It's all about you Went out on Thursday to the Holy Moly book launch, was lovely to see people i haven't seen for AGES, like Brian, Toby, Mark etc. Was treated to a virtuoso performance from Brian, who arrived slightly the worse for wear stumbled into the toilets as i was relieving myself and shouted "WHAT THE F*CK ARE THEY DOING PUTTING THE TOILET UPSTAIRS, DONT THEY KNOW I'M DRUNK?". Ended up in Century with Mr Holy Moly + wife, Rory, Jimmy and Jody (i dont THINK anyone else was there?). After the HMs had left we skimmed from bar to bar in Century, as they closed each one, getting closer to the door until finally admitting defeat and leaving (i bought a bottle of wine at one point, slightly anxious wait for that card transaction to hit the bank). It's all a bit blurry after that but i remember going to Soho House, then the next thing i remember is falling asleep on the nightbus, waking up panicking i was in Epping, jumping off the bus and realising i was actually only halfway home and had to walk the rest of the way. If anyone wants to explain the 2 missed calls and text message saying only "??", they know where i am! Luckily i had preplanned the next day off work, which was a good job as it turns out because i awoke at 2.45pm, having slept through 2 alarms. Not wanting to waste a holiday i decided that a trip to TK Maxx would clear my head and so made the epic journey out to Beckton on the DLR. Fifteen minutes walk from the station down the most desolate of highways, during which time i saw one car, i arrived at "Gallions Reach - London's Shopping Park" (i cant help thinking they might want to move it somewhere NEAR London if that's what they're going to call it) and had a good rummage round the shops, returning down the highway in a hurry when i realised it was getting late and that i didn't really want to be strolling around in the dark. Managed to pick up a pair of trainers (White for the first time in 15 years, tho cunningly one size to big to mask the small feet effect that colour seems to have on me). I'll do the rest of the weekend later i think, that'll do for now (Comment on this)
Monday, October 31st, 2005
9:51 am	Win Win Hectic weekend, first time i got to sit down and relax was 7pm last night. Went out to meet Michael on Friday and ended up being summoned to Primrose Hill. Trying to get up there was proving difficult due to there being no Northern Line, and Charing Cross Road being taken over by the Critical Mass bike ride. Having walked up three stops to TCR we bumped into Gnomey having the same troubles and so escorted her to the pub, which was handy as it turned out, cos me and she busied ourselves doing the "How cool are you?" quiz in GQ while M & B argued the toss about various high brow issues. Conversation was pretty much ended by WIERD MAN, who introduced himself, said he lived in his van which was parked round the corner, and then disappeared for 5 minutes, only to reappear carrying a tampon and a Ray Mears survival book to show us how it could be used to light a fire, we left, looking rather worriedly over our shoulders. M went home so me and B wandered back to hers to wait for a rather drunken Ian to return, and a surprise visit from the sarf london boys. Greg arrived and promptly announced he was off for a nap, so the rest of us talked into the small hours and i eventually got a cab home about 3. Cab driver made me smile as another call went out for a cab to their flat by saying "yes, number **, they have a lot of parties dont they?" Got up in a search for pub with foreign satellite for the football on Saturday, and ended up back in Chalk Farm at the Wetherspoons, which was rammed, but a bit of good fortune meant i was standing next to the only people NOT there for the football. Having finished their lunch they all got up and i was able to snaffle a seat right by the telly. Good game, we looked the better team for an hour but i didnt enjoy the last 30 mins, fair result i reckon. Two minutes before full time, the front half of the pub erupted in aa fight, which could only be expected when you add Spurs and Arsenal fans packed in a pub serving beer at £2 a pint, well played Sky for making sure people couldnt watch it at home/in their local. I managed to pick my way over the bodies/glasses/broken tables, and calmly wandered away to the station to catch a train to Kent, where i stayed in with my parents, first time for years. Was my mate Andy's birthday on Sunday, but as he has three kids, the days of going out to the pub are apparently over, so it was kids everywhere and a few cans at his house, but at least i managed to cadge a lift back with Amanda, and it's always nice to see the old gang, especially as it offered a chance to trashtalk before our poker game in a couple of weeks. Today is going well so far, won £35 on a lottery game we run (Where you pick 6 numbers, pay £1 a week and the first to have all their numbers come up wins the pot), it's payday, we're publunching and most of my staff are back! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, October 28th, 2005
9:52 am	Snake eyes Ug i had one of those moments in the pub where you're staring at people you dont know and unable to look away. It was this couple, obviously on a date from work, sitting on the sofa opposite us, she was quite attractive in a prim and proper way, A line skirt etc, he was full on city boy, tie knot the size of a sideplate, blue shirt whitecollarcuffs. I dont mind that, some city boys are good guys, but this bloke was THE most sleazy predator i've seen in a while, he kept sliding up to her and them pulling back, all the time watching her with this halfsmirk on his lips and hooded eyes, it reminded me so much of a snake stalking its prey. We left them to it at about 9 and i dont think i'd seen her look up at him once in about an hour, v creepy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 27th, 2005
12:48 pm	I like these, they waste time 1. FIRST NAME? Martin ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
10:59 am	Plans Not done much this week, me and the flatmate couldn't even be bothered to go to the pub last night, so satisfied ourselves with rating the women on the National TV awards and slagging off our "Residents Committee" Newsletter, it's the AGM mid November, we shall NOT be attending. What little i have done has mainly revolved around planning the run up to Christmas - Family Birthdays, Friends birthdays, poker nights, fireworks parties, exams, christmas parties and lesbian weddings all need to be squeezed in somehow. i think i might, for the first time ever, have to detox in January (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 24th, 2005
10:15 am	Drink Well that was quite a weekend, unexpectedly, from no plans at all at 3.30 on Friday to two very heavy drinking sessions. (it's true, they ARE the best ones) Friday night, after an early drink with Michael, i headed over to Spitalfields to meet the Earl, nice to catch up and M rejoined us after a brief return to work. I was then pleasantly surprised when we were joined by Ric and Chris, fresh from watching the Shaolins apparently, and then later still, their mate Dean who never fails to amuse. We closed the pub and then it all gets a bit hazy, i remember walking for a while, a very packed bar on Kingsland Road, and then the next thing i knew i was home and it was midday Saturday. Arranged to meet up with B and M in the evening in London's Sexually Promiscuous Primrose Hill for what i had assumed was a quiet drink, only for there to be a period of about 30 minutes when everyone that walked into the pub was coming to join us. Greg and hisjames (first time i've ever actually been introduced, very nice guy), Chris, Ric, Eamonn, Gnomey +pal and Ian all turned up and by the time we were kicked out of the pub it was decided we should take the party back to B & I's flat. A crate of lager later and there were various drunken conversations in different rooms but by the time G and J returned from the club they'd kicked onto to find us still going, i think people realised it was maybe time to leave. I eventually left about 3 and got home just before 4, via a South Korean taxi driver who told me the name of a hotel in the Ukraine where "prostitutes are included in the cost of the room", which was nice of him. Awoke at 9.30 Sunday morning, feeling awful but remembering i had promised to introduce Ian to the football game, and so headed BACK to Camden again. He'd managed to clamber out of bed too, but i think the night before had an effect on his game in the first half, one particularly memorable moment when he fell over his own feet chasing down a ball had me crying with laughter. Much improvement in the second half tho. Went for a publunch afterwards and people watching in the Camden Wetherspoons, always a joy to watch old drunks moaning that their pint is 2mm short. You gotta have a dream, i aspire to one day join them. Back at work today, boss still signed off, deputy signed off, two others on Holiday and one of Jury Service, plus ca change dans la secteur publique Current Mood: blank (Comment on this)
Friday, October 21st, 2005
3:23 pm	And then there were Eleven... Finally over the prolonged jetlag so the saga continues... As i said, returned from the US to find my parents there bringing the news that my Uncle Brian had succumbed to his terminal cancer and that my presence was requested at the funeral in Derbyshire the following day. A quick detour to drop Amanda off and pick up a suit and i was travelling again, this time asleep in the back of my dad's company Mondeo (he is, after all, none more middlemanagement) there are some familial commitments you just can't use tiredness as an excuse to miss. We made good time and were safely at my nan's house by 4.15 (grieving is grieving but it was nice to see that life goes on, with 15 of my family gathered round the telly watching the football as per every Sunday), every one was in reflective mood and tea and sympathy was all alround. We were staying at my Gran's (mum's mum) up the road so we left my dad to go to the viewing with his brothers and sisters, an even closer moment than most families i would imagine, seeing as how the 13 kids had all grown up with my nan in a 3 bed end of terrace. It's remarkable to think that my dad's dad died when he was 9, leaving my nan to bring up all 13, with the help of the older kids who were teenagers, seemingly with my Uncle Brian stepping in as major breadwinner at 15. There is no person i have met that deserves more than more Nan for her unflinching and uncomplaining devotion to her family. The day of the funeral arrived and we gathered at the church to await the horse drawn hearse (blessedly a lot less tacky than i'd feared, no flowers spelling "DAD" or "HUSBAND" in sight, which made it a lot less "gypsy") and i had chance to catch up with a few of my 28 cousins. The funeral itself was so well attended that me and the other male cousins felt compelled to stand at the back and people were spilling out onto the street. He was a much loved man in Hope Valley and that showed. I was never particularly close to Uncle Brian, like i am to many of my other Uncles as he was travelling and working abroad for much of my life but the sight of my dad struggling to hold it together cut me to the quick and i felt even worse when i saw my Nan struggling to walk down to the grave from the church, she was distraught that this was the second son she'd had to bury (my Uncle Lawrence died aged 32 in 1972, leaving just the 12 of them left) but found her strength to say her goodbyes from somewhere. I was, and remain, very proud. The wake turned into a proper family do and i think Uncle Brian would be proud, taking place, as it did, in the local he's graced most weekends for many years when in England with my Nan in the corner receiving 5 min visits from everyone, the only way to see her without being overwhelming. Four hours after we got to the pub, my Aunt invited the family back to hers and it continued for another few hours until a combination of Jetlag and John Smiths caught up with me, and i staggered home to my Gran's to sleep on the floor at 11pm. Having checked on my Nan the following morning (the huge black horse's plumes on the hearse having filled her dreams, she seemed ok and in good form) we headed off home so i could finally get some sleep in my own bed. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
3:22 pm	You gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away and know when to run Finally arrived back in London last night after a slight detour en route home from LA (more of that in a different entry). Had a fantastic time in America, lovely to see Mark and Danielle again as always and spent much less than budget, always a good thing, day by day it went (strap in, this make take some time): Saturday Up at 5.30 having finished packing at 2, never a good idea to go out for a "Quick drink" with B on the night before you're going away. Managed to stagger out to Amanda's flatmate's car (who'd kindly agreed to get up at such a godforsaken hour and take us to Gatwick) and checkin + customs were passed v smoothly. Flight was ok, Delta performed admirably with the requisite headback vidscreens and variety of movies (i saw Fantastic Four (all about the Alba) Herbie Fully Loaded (crap) and most of Rebound (Martin Lawrence vehicle, worst of the bunch). Arrived at LA (via Atlanta!) and caught a shuttle to the hotel in hollywood, a journey that passed mostly with me saying "i wouldnt walk down THIS block if you paid me", a lot of LA is rather unsavoury it seems (rappers dont lie). Knackered and jetlagged we met up with M&D for a quick drink in the hotel club where we were accosted by a VERY camp man inviting us to the Halloween fancy dress drag party he was throwing in the main room. Sleep prevailed and we retired to our rooms as the action was hotting up Sunday Feeling surprisingly refreshed we headed off on a drive into the hills, along the length of Mulholland Drive, beautiful views and even better houses, stopped off at Runyon Canyon park for a wander round and photos and bumped (literally in M's stumbling case) into David Blaine out for a walk with his VERY beautiful gf. Afterwards headed down into Beverly Hills for more housewatching (although i did manage to convince D it wasn't a good idea to go to an openhouse viewing in a $6.5mill mansion that we'd seen) and lunch off Rodeo Drive. B Hills blew me away with it's opulence, a far cry from downtown, you'd never believe they were 10mins apart. D had been researching restaurants (bless her) on t'net and came up with some place in West Hollywood we HAD to dine at, unfortunately 30mins of driving round, 3 blank newspaper vendors and a cop led us to find out the place had shut some 8 years previously. Found a bijou place anyway and shared a few bottles of wine. Monday Up at 7 (this was not my favourite part of the holiday, never go away with "morning people") to head for Warner Bros studio and a very touristy tour round the sets, was good fun tho, got to see "Spiderman Alley", the ER set (where they were filming a huge airplane crash in Chicago, you heard it here first) and Matt Leblanc on his way to film "Joey". Also bits of the new Poseidon Adventure remake, and the Central Perk set from Friends (D&A were very happy about this bit). Then went on a drive to Malibu and spent the PM on the beach, it's lovely round there too, although i think driving round a posh mall in the hope of seeing J Aniston (spotted there last week, source - US weekly) for 20 mins was a bit far for me. Tuesday Another early morning but this time i didnt care, Roadtrip to VEGAS. we made good time and were there just 4 hours later, checking in, dumping bags and hitting the casino. I love that place so much it scares me, quite apart from the gambling, the sheer opulence of the bigger casinos is breathtaking. I had booked us tickets to see Franz Ferdinand in the evening so we headed over to the Hard Rock early and grabbed a few beers beforehand. The FF themselves were fantastic, but let down badly by the second support group, who looked bummed to be there, and had people sitting on the floor bored, waiting for them to finish (you probably feel the same about this blog entry by now) Wednesday A lunchtime sojourn to the Vegas English pub for M & me while the ladies went shopping so we could watch the England game, was absolutely packed despite the $20 cover charge (Mark refused to drink after forking that out, bless him), then in the afternoon we toured the bottom of the strip, including Wynn's the most expensive new hotel, wherein i achieved a first of queuing to get into a shop (granted it was an inhouse Ferrari dealership with many fine motors on display, but still...). Evening found us in the Venetian, dining under the artificial but so real sky, and then taking a gondola ride round the shops, all very surreal. Finally hit the tables at Treasure Island about 11 and had my first taste of Blackjack (i'm a poker and slots man really), 2 hours later i was $100 up and flying, had an invite from some random LA guy to the VIP room of the (supposedly place to be on a Wednesday) club in the hotel and several free beers inside me. Twenty minutes later, i'd lost my winnings and my stake and was unwilling to queue for an hour even on the guest list, hotel, bed. Great night, almost brilliant Thursday Helicopter ride with A over the Grand Canyon (M&D choosing to save their money), (perhaps blissfully) too beautiful for words, the flight back down the strip will live with me forever. More gambling in the PM then dinner at Caesers and a wander down the neonlit strip, stopping to watch the evermoreamazing fountains of the Bellagio. more blackjack in the Paris hotel where i finally managed to walk away up (only to then spend winnings at the next casino) and spotted John Daly throwing down $2k a hand. Friday Long drive back to LA after we'd hung around a bit too long in Vegas and got caught in the evening rush hour, finally arrived at the Hyatt on Sunset at 7pm (this hotel was my nod to our last night). Spent time taking in the breathtaking view from the roof and then managed to persuade M&D that it was worth splashing out on a nice meal for our last night and got a table at the Standard over the road, food was amazing, Mojitos were even better and i was the most drunk i'd been all week. Was unable to push them into the $200 cover charge for the lounge area afterwards ($50 each? tightwads) so we retired to our hotel bar for more cocktails and dreams, which actually made a lovely end to the week, in retrospect. Saturday/Sunday Left hotel at 9.30, travelled forever arrived back 11.30 Sunday morning (sounds worse with the time difference) to be picked up by mum & dad and told that my Uncle had died and i was required at the funeral the next day, in Derbyshire, more on that when i've gotten over this much typing Current Mood: cheerful (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 7th, 2005
1:03 pm	US Hooray! tomorrow morning i will be en route to the States*, i can't wait to get out of this place for a fortnight, now don't cry, but i won't be updating for that long at least, get by as best you can *Unless i oversleep, as foretold in the girl i'm going with's dream, in which case i shall be hanging from Tower bridge Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Drinkin in LA - Bran Van 3000 (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
12:53 pm	mememe Name someone with the same birthday as you. Josephine Baker , Tony Curtis, Suzi Quattro ( Read more... ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
10:40 am	Apples and Pears Went out for a nice drink with Ian and his foster daughters last night, exploring the pubs of Primrose Hill (well, 2 of them), in the second one we splashed out our quizzer winnings on some fine snacks, including a pack of mini poppadums that had a tub of mango chutney in the bag!, we were reeling at such debauchery, no wonder the Primrose Hill set is so reknowned. Anyway, they have a lovely flat, great location, i am V jealous. Then on the way home i met the pearly king of Thornton Heath on the tube, when I asked how long he'd been a pearly king, he just said "i'm 72", i guess that means you're born into it, i didn't like to press. Current Mood: excited Current Music: I Alone - Live (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 4th, 2005
10:19 am	'Ow the ovver 'arf live My flatmate returned from his 24 hour business trip to Stockholm last night, business class all the way obv, picked up and dropped off by his company's own executive car service. Whilst i realise i'm never realistically be doing stuff like that, i think it really is time now i looked for a job where the most interesting thing that can happen is NOT a bi-annual visit to the Auditors in Chancery Lane. I've been casually looking for a new job for about a month now, i think when i come back i'll have to have a concerted effort to find one. Current Mood: determined Current Music: Life is Sweet - Chemical Brothers (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, October 3rd, 2005
9:44 am	This time next week... I am really in need of a holiday after this weekend, Friday night was a big work party for our secretary, the office was deserted at 5.01 and first round was in by 5.15, luckily we started fairly slowly but by pint 3 i was esconced at the bar with the two guys i am most matey with discussing who in the college was a) attractive, b) available. Twenty minutes later we'd come up with just 3 possibles and discovered the very attractive Lithuanian temp had been got rid of 5 minutes after we'd left, shame. The night continued into very drunkeness, i recall the landlady laying on a spread of sandwiches just after a load of people left, and the next thing i knew it was long after chucking out time and even at the end of the lockin. Many discussions about 4 of us going on somewhere, but in the end i walked one of the girls home (through a very scary Poplar estate where she lives) and then hopped on a passing bus for the short journey home. I'd picked up a few cans in case anyone was coming back so i cracked open one and settled down in front of the telly. Next thing i knew i was in bed, it was 11.30 the next morning and not only was the telly still on, but all my clothes were scattered from bathroom to bedroom. Following that, Saturday was a complete write off so i decided to get an early night and play football Sunday. Was a fairly poor turnout of 5 V 6 in the morning and controversy reigned as we (the 5) were forced into not having the extra player for a time as "that wouldn't make it fair", to add insult to injury, we were 1 up with no time left, but the player with the watch was on their team and waited until they'd scored another 2 before calling Time. I do not like to lose. Spent a nice afternoon in Quinn's watching football with Ian, before he was summoned by his youngest foster daughter as their new flat had no power, sample conversation "try the light switch outside the door, see if that has power"..."ok have done, nothing happened but it made a funny noise"..."that's the doorbell". This week i will mainly be getting on people's nerves by starting every sentence with "This time next week..." am VERY excited about LA/Vegas Oooh, and also, i have been invited to a Lesbian wedding, how nouveau Current Mood: excited (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005
10:03 am	Strange Pub Still battling with manflu, i decided the best cure would be watching Spurs in the pub after college. Arrived just in time for Kick off in my soulless local which resembles one of those bars that would have a DJ on Friday nights and be filled with distressed denim, but in reality has Karaoke and giant Connect 4. It was surprisingly busy for a Monday but i managed to nab a table for a fush and chup supper. The game was entertaining enough, hard fought victory (yay) but it was the other entertainment that made the night for me. First up was drunk newspaper print man who bought himself another pint, took two sips then proclaimed loudly "i'd better not drink anymore i'll never get thru me shift" and staggered out to, i presume, go and work heavy machinery. Next up was bubbly drunk brunette (how these people are THIS drunk by 8.30 is beyond me)who was skipping round the pub and eventually popped out of her (v skimpy) top before her boyfriend could stop her. This proved to only be the warm up, however, as just as the half time whistle blew a rather chavvy woman (complete with scrunchy) ran in, up to the v drunk couple in the corner (her, blonde, on the large side, velour tracksuit, him, jeans + fila top looked like Kid Rock with a crewcut) and slapped the guy in the face before leaving. He just sat there sipping alternately on his double JD and coke/pint and ignored her. Ten minutes later, back she came, grabbed a chair and started shouting at him "i've told you before it's her or me, why are you doing this to the kids?", i was thoroughly amused, especially as they were sat beneath the big screen so i could surrepticiously watch without gawping. Eventually he managed to calm her down (his technique was just to ignore her, then tell her to fuck off cos he didnt want his business shouted all over the pub) and she stormed out again. He spent the second half deep in conversation on his mobile while the blonde just sat there stunned. Then, to top off the night, just as the game entered the final 5 mins, a group of what i can only assume were born again Christians turned up outside the pub, started chanting for a bit, then pulled all the outside tables together (there must have been about 30 of them including young kids) and sent 4 people in to buy drinks for them all while they played their drums/shaked their rattle on stick things. I took this as my cue to leave and wandered home. Oooh, and i just remembered, i met what i can only assume is the OTHER gay 40yr old North Easterner (Geordie not Mackem, but close enough) in London, he was hilarious, was eyeing up all the talent with the barmaid at the same time as coming out with tough football history questions for his two mates (hence meeting him, i had to step in and help while at the bar), he bet me £10 Harry Redknapp had gone Southampton to Portsmouth and not vice versa (duh!) and then said "i diven't care anyway, i'm a fookin millionaire" Current Mood: bemused (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 26th, 2005
9:33 am	Ug Well what a waste of a weekend THAT was, Friday started well, made my debut for Real Hackney and thoroughly enjoyed it, despite us only having 10 men (which dropped to 9 after 10 mins) and being on the end of a bit of a hammering, at half time the opposition conceded to taking off two of their players to make it even (nice of them, considering they were 8-1 up at the time) and once the sides were even, i think we proved to be the better team, winning the half 6-3, to lose 11-7 overall. I was hampered slightly (excuses excuses) by a cough i seemed to have picked up post SFA gig, and it kicked in with a vengeance when i got home. Spent most of the night alternating between coughing to the point of being sick/sitting watching late night telly as couldnt sleep/sneaking 20 winks here and there. Finally gave in and got up at 11am Saturday and decided i might as well go to Kent to see the family. Made it down there safely and then basically slept in front of the skybox with the golf on. The visit did however give my father the chance to show the two aspects of him i am most familiar with, first - the generosity he always shows, when he gave me £150 to pay for my Grand Canyon tour, which i am very chuffed with, and second - when he launched once more into his "you've wasted your talent you should be playing Southern League at least" speechm, which surprised me somewhat as i thought now i'd reached 30 he'd have realised i have neither the drive nor the inclination to get fit again. Turns out he'd been playing golf with an old coaching adversary from Dover that day who had inquired as to where i was playing these days (and he paid me a compliment saying they'd always been worried playing against me, which father dearest turned into a "see what you could've done" point). Ah well, you cant dwell on the past but it is nice to hear things like that. Drama on Sunday as my 9 week old niece was rushed to hospital having fallen out of her carseat and banged her head on the floor. I discovered that even after she'd been given the all clear, it is still unadvisable to call your sister a child abuser, even in jest. Current Mood: awake (Comment on this)
Friday, September 23rd, 2005
9:37 am	Your missus is a nutter In the continuation of my desire to do something other than go to a pub and get pissed, i went to meet the Earl in Brixton last night to go to the Super Furry Animals gig and get pissed. Was a great deal of fun and i especially enjoyed Goldie Looking Chain's opening spot, although, as the Earl pointed out, they do dance like white boys in a Hiphop club. SFA's were swirly fun, nice light show and a rousing encore, i give it 3 tales of the unexpected dances out of 5. Drank too much grolsch (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 21st, 2005
10:01 am	Oh Dear how long is it til the next Cricket season? (Comment on this)