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Masturbation stories not wanted.
with a pressure hose.
If you've ever gone to a place without knowing a single other soul and then just hooked up with a person or got involved in a group.
I dream of things like that on a daily basis.
out of those chinese weeds with a big stick.
happy times indeed.
But with english weeds
so much fun!
i cant think of other things at the moment
I reckon of the top ten times I've had fun on my own, being at a gig would account for about seven. "Wandering Around London" and "At Home Of A Weekend With A Good Book And A Cup Of Tea" get a place each, and the other one would be when I went to New York for a week.
I've got a couple of places for 'in the pub on my own getting quietly inebriated while there's some football/cricket/curling on the telly and I've got a paper in front of me'.
I went to a couple of gigs while I was in New York. Keren Ann, and Bloc Party – it was the week "Silent Alarm" came out, and it was also a fancy-dress President's Day gig, so even though I was on my own I turned up in a suit, shirt and tie. Then after BP played, a load of topless dancers came out dressed as the Statue of Liberty, I got unbelievably cunted on raspberry Stoli, some handsome bloke came up and started snogging me with no introduction and then disappeared, and the next thing I know I'm wandering around Harlem in the snow trying to remember where my hostel is. Then I fell down a flight of stairs at the subway station.
Getting the plane back to London the next day hurt so, so, much. I think I got off the train to be sick about a dozen times before even reaching the airport.
I seem to have gone into Blog Mode, so I may as well mention the time I went on my own to see Jehst, Blak Twang and Estelle, and took so many mushrooms on the way over that by the time Jehst hit the stage I thought the whole top floor of the Barfly was the deck of a pirate ship, with the sun setting at my back. DRUGS R WACKY comments are inevitable, I know, but it was still a great night.
I like the sound of that Bloc Party gig. You animal you.
just after silent alarm came out too!
maybe we were at the same gig. I was hungover as shit though.
everything else in this thread pales in comparison to that. touché
You amazing man.
despite nearly collapsing at every turn. it was ace. generally any long solo exercise session. but of course my first reaction was wanking
though i'm guessing my work came a little to late :(
on my larry for a couple of days, and felt completley and blissfully cut off due to dropping my phone in a glass of water.
You're like a parent making sure young 'un washes his face properly after a muddy game of rugby.
No, there's still dirt there Arthur, now get it washed off.
on Saturday I was in Clapham got quite drunk and got the tube home but I got to Camden and just went 'fuck it I'm going to Stay Beautiful' and I really appreciated living in London and being able to just do whatever, whenever :)
train journeys are the only time when you can do anything which normally seems like wasting time but isn't in this context. you can just sit back and listen to music, write shitty semi-autobiographical stories , draw pictures of things you see and part your hair differently and make tiny little plaits.
a railway platform,wanking onto the trains below.
Might try that
(Bamos receives 50% of the royalties)
I'd done some work for my mother in the day, and she had some late meeting or other going on. So I went to Wagamama, and sat reading a book and eating noodles and drinking black lager. Then the pretty spanish waitress whose shift was ending felt sorry for/attracted to me (probably the former) and came and sat down next to me after an hour and started talking to me about what I was reading (Vernon God Little)
I'm really pissed I didn't invite her to come to the cinema with me after, but in a funny way I'm not, because it won't spoil the perfection of her talking to me for about an hour and me thinking wow this is weird and strangely awesome.
Otherwise, in terms of favourite gigs attended alone, I'd have to say that ISIS in Bristol was a great gig to go to on my own. Deftones was similarly wonderful, watching Chino from the balcony. I love doing gigs on my own almost as much as I love meeting up with DiS people at/before gigs.
i was going to tell all.
scutterbucket says so.
I was mentally on cloud 9 with a silver lining the entire time. I've been to other gigs that have wowed me and had serious post-gig comedown afterwards for weeks verging on months, but the high of it still hasn't come down yet.
I seriously doubt I will ever have a better night within the rest of my life.
were incredible when i saw them at beni. really incredible.
*sigh from the heart*
maybe its quite hard to replicate. the "climax" in seaglopur however. Maybe one of the happiest moments of my life?
They didn't play Milano - I fell in love to that song. But it was still the best night of my life, regardless.
Oh to have that talent!
but it was really good anyway. the band wore white suits and danced with bowler hats. I think they had some mum members playing with them too.
The two days in which I read Notes from the Underground for the first time, or sitting on the hill in Harrow with Hatful of Hollow in my CD player when I was 15. Also meeting a lovely French girl at 5 in the morning (on the way back from having an incredible time at Primavera) then spending the rest of the day with her, walking around Barcelona and eating ice-cream and really communicating in a remarkably open way. It was very special.
and became part of a German class' field trip. It makes me so happy just to think about it.
And the fact that you couldn't speak German was in no way a giveaway?
and they came to the platform and were standing around me. As they went onto the train I went with them into the carriage and sat amongst them, during which one of them was filming and I waved and smiled to the camera. Then we went to Canary Wharf to have a look round, then I went for my blood test.
(Or positive,depending on what you were getting tested for)
I love the idea of the Germans looking back over their photos,and they'ree all like "Good times,when we were all together....who's that guy!?"
for possible participation in one of those flu-camp thingys, so I don't know the results yet.
I'm hoping they have gathered all the footage together as a kind of montage that finishes with my smiley face.
i walked from West Hampstead to Elephant and Castle at 1am whilst listening to music on my i-pod. I don't really know why i did this, but it was brilliant.
Running around the woods, lost, hallucinating, at 4am, looking for base camp.
Travelling all around the UK, on my own for much of the time, I love a journey to myself, allows me the independence to take chances, explore! Most accompaniment slows you down...
new year's day party,
jan 01 '06. :)
and spent the week walking, drinking, going to gigs and generally having FUN.
unless it involves wanking, or Championship/Football Manager.
wrote a lot of songs i really enjoy doing that alone in a dark room and just coming up with somthing and feeling great about it.
oh and travel and living abroad alone was fun also...blar blar.
and seeing what i wanted, when i wanted. It was amazing.
Or drawing whilst drinking Jack Daniels.
which is lucky because I have to eat out at least twice a week on my lonesome. Every time it must look like I've been stood up. I get strange looks and i can see people looking over at me and whispering to eachother. Actually, I don't like eating on my own all that much at all.
One of my most memorable days spent on my own, though i can't understand why, was a few days after i has just moved into a new house with my then girlfriend. I bunked the day off work and started drinking lager from a rather stupid time in the morning and spent the day reading, listening to Elbow really fucking loud and dancing around the living room like a loon in nothing but a dressing gown. Now there's nothing particularly interesting about that but i just remember feeling overwhelmingly happy with the situation. I knew the missus wouldn't be altogether pleased to come home and find me drunk as a skunk at 5.30 in the evening but i thought that if i could just convey how happy i was then all would be OK. It wasn't. She came home, went crazy-despite my best efforts to get her to dance with me- and then fucked off to her sisters. Kind of ruined the vibe somewhat, so i fucked off to the pub. It was the beginning of the end.