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how were your weekends, zonino or non-zonino related?
was still drunk. God bless America.
i'm trying to write a presentation now though, to present in two hours time. njargh.
friday night - not much - yummy spinach and mushroom lasagne and some wine though.
saturday - helped a friend move house in the morning, pub lunch, abandoned walk along the norfolk coast after about 400 yards due to (a) it being bloody freezing and (b) the fact we'd left the camera on top of the car (fortunately it was still there when we got back)
saturday night - got mrs ccb's mum to babysit the little'un and went out for dinner. was surprisingly good foo; spoilt slightly by the fact that the waiter i'd argued with the previous week ( http://drownedinsound.com/community/boards/social/4157566#r5134769 ) was our waiter for the evening. still, good night all in all
sunday - not much - pottered about, tidied up, took the little'un to the park.
I went to manchester and got very drunk, it was good.
only substitute Manchester for New Brunswick, New Jersey and we're soul brothers in that department.
Got incoherently drunk on Friday night after work, and was probably more Benny Hill than sophisticated conniseur of wit that you'd like to be able to imagine yourself to be.
Rest = films (hitcherhikers guide to the galaxy for one), tv, wine and paper.
Pretty good stuff.
I didn't manage to surface until 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon though. Bleurgh.
Friday: Went to pub with some work chums, then went to see a friend's band in Dalston.
Saturday: woke up with a massive hangover, walked into Lewisham to look around, stopped off in the music shop on the way there to test out some synthesizers, didn't buy anything, had lunch in the pub. Then ZONINO.
Sunday: Got up, hangover, fell back to sleep listening to Jimi Hendrix, managed to get up in time for my band meeting at the Goose in Catford. More drinking, followed by a meal in the nearby Turkish restaurant, then even more drinking and listening to records at my mate's house. Got home and went to bed around 2am.
I am tired and currently typing very slowly. The office is cold.
So, in summary the weekend was mainly taken up with 1: the pub, and 2: waiting for the bus and being very cold.
Friday: Saw Future Of The Left
Saturday: Megabus. "I think I'll wet my whistle". Scene Missing. Maypole. Scene missing.
Sunday: Megabus. Pub Quiz. Won £20.
i could barely remember my own name on sunday.
Especially now that we're listed on the official quiz website as being a "regular team" :-)
- it was the caption on one of the pictures framed on the pub wall next to where we were sat one week. We've stuck with the name in the hope that the Quizmaster would list as regulars on his website. Which he now has :D
"too name but a few"
your team name is in lights!*
*or, in italicised comic sans font, scrolling slowly across the top of the page.
Weekend was nice but overshadowed by knowing I'd have to come home to my mong of a landlord at some point.
He's home all day today; I think I might murder him.
Friday night I got chatting with a girl, which was pretty good. She even bought me a drink and listened to my inane prattle. I can't actually remember anything I said to her though. She's a friend of a friend and we had a nice hug at the end of the night. Spectacularly failed to get her number though. GOOD WORK TEAM SHUCKS.
I'm writing off Saturday and Sunday - I was supposed to be going out for a meal/drinks with friends because of a birthday, but I woke up unable to speak and spent the whole day coughing/sneezing and feeling like my throat had been sandpapered. Horrendous.
Christ, I'm a right whiney little bastard.
YEAH YOU ARE.
majorly have the monday blues today, with added toothache
HOWEVER, i have an interview tomorrow
Friday saw Pulled Apart by Horses which was fun.
Saturday went to London, ate my all-time favourite food FLYING FISH which is nigh on impossible to get hold of in this country. In the evening played a very fun gig with the band at some birthday party in Brixton.
Sunday: wore the wrong shoes at football and fell over a lot. Got a bit lost around St Johns Wood on my bike covered in mud and achey. Then had to drive back to Bristol, got a bit lost around Harlesden.
Absolutely shattered now trying not to fall asleep at desk.
this weekend was all about getting an alpha together for my new EP, I basically spent thrusday - sun night inside mixing and editing.
Friday: Couple of drinks after work. Nice quick catch-up chat with Mum. Out for a spontaneous & lush egg(!) curry.
Saturday: Day out across in in Edinburgh to a couple of galleries' exhibitions. Cold. But good.
Sunday: Up early for the Murray match, then lazing around, then to the Chemikal Underground 15th birthday gig. All were good. Phantom Band were really good headliners.
Tonight: Lou Barlow. Gonna be mega.
Tomorrow: £1000 mega christmas pub quiz delayed due to snow - http://www.theadmiralbar.com/quiz.php
"The Admiral quiz is an institution; most of the punters who take part should be locked up. The regular host is Dave Ross and he's a right C*nt!
Every Tuesday from 6pm, a host of diverse Office Workers, Students Know "All's", Music Industry Scum, Robbers (Morgan Stanley) and Jim turn up for the Banter - a truely great way to spend a Tuesday evening!"
Fri night - Had a chilled one in with the gf, cooked some food, drank some wine, smoked some weed and watch some dvds.
Sat - Lazy day, papers, beers & football. Followed by a few drinks out and some tasty food at the crabshakk - yum.
Sun - Papers, bloody marys, found out my brother got engaged so much celebrating followed.
Pretty shattered today :)
Saturday - felt like gash, went to the caff for breakfast, still felt like gash, professed my undying love for markee, drove back to the folks for a 30th birthday.
Sunday - had another fry-up, watched United batter Arsenal, had chippy tea.
Friday: Got to Manchester, went to see Rook and the Ravens and started way too heavy. Met that guy ^ for a cheeky pint, then went to a Tiki bar and got mullered on insane rum concoctions and 'the hand grenade' (srsly fuck that drink) THEN went to pool bar and lost spectacularly. Mainlined sniff til my face ached, and then finally hit the deck.
Saturday: hair of the dog with a fry up and some champers to get back on track. Started getting messy again too early on Turkischblut, and ended up then buzzing on a pill that went a BIT wonky, then blossomed. Back to Tiki bar. Seemed to be given infinite free drinks (God bless oeuf) until I had no idea what was going on. Crashed out on couch listening to Boards of Canada. Slept for NOT ENOUGH TIME.
Sunday: Entire day spent in bed drinking bucks fizz/champagne. Ordered pizza (sizzler/big smokey split), ate pizza. Out to an amazing Italian (me:slightly dodgy moules, calf's liver. Her: calamari then veal pasta.) Started dancing and shotting Jamesons in an Irish bar, then danced on chairs in a place called Mojos.
Suddenly felt atrocious while chilling back at the flat and spent whole 'night' not sleeping, chewing face a *bit*. Nearly dropped off and then it was bloody morning.
MONDAY: Currently in quiet cafe with Lu having a shandy. Having to go home is going to suck, and working tomorrow is just a kick in the dick, frankly.
END OF ESSAY, BEANS ON TOAST ABOUT TO ARRIVE.
Could you send me the recipe for the spinach and mushroom lasagne ? Sounds lovely.
My weekend got off to a bad start to be honest. Friday night my band played and it was awful. The singer got drunk and flashed his balls and ars to a very straight crowd inbetween songs, my 1960s beautiful bass broke, and the drummer drummed so hard the venue's drumkit broke and they were very unhappy with us. To top it off the guitarist stomped offstage leaving the band, when we have dates coming up in Glasgow and Sheffield, and I had a massive fight with the rest of the band.
Saturday: Spent the day looking out the window with a hangover, thinking 'what a lovely sunny day'. I then nodded off like an old person to come dine with me, only to wake up at 6ish, remembering that I had planned to go to Zonino. Came on DIS, asked if anyone had a spare ticket and then forgot I made the thread. Fell asleep again, and woke at 8pm.
I then decided that I should make an effort to attend my friend's birthday party. A mexican theme so I dressed as a fortune teller. Why? I don't know but I looked like a twat and no-one else had bothered to dress up.
I spent the night standing akwardly, whilst people smoked loads of weed. My savior of the night Max with a big red beard informed me he had magic mushrooms, so we took them and went down to the cellar and laughed allot. I found it hilarious to make songs up down the cellar about Fritzal, freestyled about being his daughter and then threw up into a vacant bin nearby.
Max ran down the road and hought everyone was coming for him, and his girlfriend eagerly chased after him.
I stayed at the party, with the stoners. At this point I was still rather fucked and started laughing at some guy with one tooth. I laughed at him right in his face, and kept asking him what he name was. The man in question was Cliff, but as I was intoxicated I kept thinking his name was Tooth, not Cliff. I giggled and woke up in the bath the next morning.
I stumbled home yesturday morning, still in my fortune teller outfit...went food shopping and watched more Come Dine with me. Towards the evening I wrote a song and all in all the weekend was okay.
it's in Nigel Slater's "real cooking" (i think that's the name of the book). i love Nigel Slater recipes even though he should probably have a wank or something before writing them (as they're all packed full of sexual innuendo).