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I had a shit weekend, woah. What did YOU have?
We don't want any troublemakers.
You're only allowed to say you had a shit weekend.
with a house party that had animals I was allergic to.
I'm seeing Joseph the musical tonight, much more exciting.
Do you still have that life-size imitation cow?
8.5/10. First weekend in a long time with absolutely no alcohol.
party on friday, my liver was dealt a terrific mauling, i'm sure i probably offended people, i'd say they deserved it, but they probably didn't so i'm sorry, but on the plus side i payed for it ALLLLLL day on saturday, but had a good cotch in the evening. and then came home yesterday to the sight of streaming being reallyreallyreally slow, GREAT.
I have vague recollections of saying something mean or incoherent to sarky, then running away and throwing a bag of rubbish at a shiny, corporate-looking building in an act of SOCIAL PROTEST
unfortunately i can't remember much of it. i hate myself.
in the toilets. A stranger joined in.
did they have a valid opinion?
went to london with my parents for a family day out on saturday and realised i have nothing in common with them at all.
with friends who were djing - generally good times and good music.
Saturday went to see Heartbreak play - my favourite new Italo disco act... incredible - just signed to Lex / Warp... www.myspace.com/heartbreak1 (am a bit biased as they are mates). Met some people I'm actually doing work with musically that night too.
Sunday night went to go and dance on a coloured lit up dancefloor at a night called Phone In Sick. Lots of binge partying all weekend... Overall a solid 8.5 out of 10 for the weekend.
Today am not at work tho... Can't be arsed. Need to 'come down' from the natural highs I've been on all weekend and take some time out.
which was good.
I managed to watch nearly all of season 4 of The Shield and complete a level on the Dungeon Keeper expansion pack. Went ice skating on Sunday, only fell over once - then went to Nandos with friends.
Sorry to hear yours was shit Mr. Hatfood, what happened? Did you meet up with harru in the end? ANSWERS PLZ.
harru pooed off to Worksop (?), and just aaargh! Cunt! (not harru). Basically, for boring complicated reasons I was unable to go to Offbeat because of a bell-end and had to sit in the local drinking ale and griping. I then got an abusive text from aforementioned bell-end telling me I was a cocksucker.
On the plus side, my friend lent me her DS for the weekend and I played Trauma Centre.
ah man, that sounds bad. :( But hey, at least you could torture patients on that hopsital game, right?
I can't work the bandages though.
Some things were a bit shit.
Overall I'm going to say it was a shit weekend.
And it hasn't finished yet!
Spent time with Mr.Idea.
Got caught in a rain storm and my hair went cutely curly.
Shouted at the puppies and won £22 at Walthamstow races.
Danced to los campesinos until my feet got bloody.
Drunk too much vodka and impersonated a unicorn.
Played Mario Kart on the wii and ate a big fatty hangover breakfast.
Screamed at people in fancy dress to run faster - only another 6 miles to go.
Watched a zombie film.
Laughed til I cried at least thrice.
Best weekend in a month!
Watched Hendon beat Chelmsford, won £26 at a quiz night, beat my Marathon PB on Sunday by 4 minutes 39 seconds to go sub 3:15 for the first time.
Only complaint is that I was on course for 3 hours when my legs broke.
It's a Blur reference with UK tacked on the end.
Certainly didn't see Mr Cracknell zip past me on a milk float at any point, and suspect that unless I thought I was hallucinating I'd remember it. I won't deny it happened though!
Would repeat again.
Friday: Can be summed up with this picture:
Saturday: instead of going home from the above party, the following events happened.
- Got the tube from Chiswick and went for a pint in Westminster
- Got the tube to the Millenium dome
- Got a bus to The Valley and watched Charlton v Southampton
- Bought a Charlton shirt from the Valley Superstore (£10, bargain).
- Got the bus back to the Millenium dome and had a pint in said dome.
- Attempted to board a boat to Embankment, then remembered I have a mild phobia of boats, and that we had to pay.
- Got the tube to Kilburn, had some gin in McGoverns
- Got the tube back down to Holborn
- Went to afterskool and watched Los Campesinos
- Felt like I had died while standing up and was a ghost of former self, and decided it was time to go home.
All of the above events were documented with pictures involving Margaret Thatcher.
Sunday - Home to see my mum and brother.
apart from on Sunday I went home and died a little.
I can only apologise to anyone who was subjected to me on saturday night at afterskool.
Had a cheap night in on Friday, and then went to a wedding on Saturday. The wedding was a lot of fun, but I drank too much red wine and had the worst hangover I've had in a long time.
Fun gig on Friday with lots of dancing, met up with my brother in Liverpool on Saturday to watch his friend's band play some terrible pay-to-play thing with two extremely drunk coachloads of his friends; the band was awful but there was a lot of lols to be had watching 30 small town folks throw themselves around the room and gain various injuries/trash stage projectors with a lot of ill advised stage diving. Then on Sunday I had lovely afternoon drinks in what I've decided is my favourite pub in the world (the Marble Inn on Rochdale Road, Manchester) and had a huge Sunday roast. Also over the weekend I recorded a song that sounds a lot like Robert Palmer's 'You Are In My System' and played so much Geometry Wars I see little purple squares chasing me whenever I close my eyes.
Got a new TV stand and some houseplants, my living room looks much nicer now. I also managed to make my lovelife more complicated, oops.
belatedly 30th for ME.
However, the hangover yesterday was the worst I've had in years. I cooked tea, then had to lie down for an hour before eating it. I also had to lie on the kitchen floor for a little while.
If golf hadn't been on telly for 183 hours, I think I would have died.
went and found a hidden waterfall on the north yorkshire moors on saturday then got so drunk that when i rung my friend at 1am to pester him to come to a house-party he thought i was in tears. i wasn't.
spent yesterday circuit-bending then eating an AMAZING home-cooked roast dinner and the tastiest cheesecake i have ever had.
oh and all i remember about friday is 'gin'.
included a trip to a and e, a 'non' barbeque, lots of beer and an epic gig.
food, lambrini, red square, whiskey... all before i left the house on friday! then dancingdancing all night and then passing out at home.
the rest of the weekend was spent eating, watching tv, eating, watching films, eating, watching tv, eating, watching films.
Went out to the pub on Friday with some mates I hadn't seen in ages - Excellent jukebox too.
Haircut on Saturday that wasn't a disaster.
Sat night saw LOADS of people I didn't normally see and danced a lot.
Sunday was in the pub all day then comedy club that DIDN'T SUCK.
Check it... Sorry boring post.
beetroot fishcakes for my ex on thursday then went down to the old blue last while she went home.
left after less than a minute
walked to soho, drank milkshakes in a kebab shop.
stayed up all night with friend playing mario kart on wii and chatting shit.
friday morning, went out, unslept, to buy tutus and other fancy dress, failed. ate set lunch at contemporary chinese joint Haozhan. went to ed's diner and drank milkshake.
hit ministry of sound. monged to dubstep and checked out girls. smoked cigarettes. blew kisses. danced.
saturday morning got shut eye, cooked bacon baguettes, went to 4chan Vs Scientology protest, lolled, took hot internet girl to anarchist bookshop, saw awful hippy bullshit screening, ripped piss, drank a beer, ate a malteaser.
hit up nightbus with fresher mate's fresher mates. hated upon. left them in hackney wick. attended warehouse rave for 10 minutes. left. walked to stoke newington for electro house party and mid twenties artfags on pills, had fun. met people. danced to window licker in my afx t shirt. got 73 home.
slept, mario kart, food.
sunday night hit up old st and danced to sexy minimal at the aquarium. got hit on by boys and girls. tried to keep hold of bottle of champagne bought in silly error. morning sneaks up on me. attend monday morning after hours in docklands. drink gin. get taxi home. sleep. write on internet. feel sickish. eat fish.
an ordeal but based mostly on fun
All downhill from there (approx 4am Saturday morning) of course, but it was more than worth it.
I'm sure other stuff happened over the weekend but it can't rival blaring He's A Whore to a room full of strangers wilst chugging a bottle of wine, so I won't bother mentioning it.
I had to work on Friday night, and Saturday afternoon. I then watched the Newcastle match, much more relaxed than normal. Then on Sunday I went to a bar, and club, for my friend's 18th birthday party.
I drank 3 Koppabergs, 1 Yegermeisters and 6 shots of various content, and danced lots.
Which led to a shit start to the new week, as I recovered in my school library this morning with industrial amounts of water. Fun...