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this weekend's plan seemed ambitious. when you replace this bit:
"go to flock, get down and get funky, get home, remove corset, sleep, get up and to the club by 11 to let the cleaners in"
with:
"go to flock, drink all the gin and tonics in the entire world, get down, get funky, get barefoot, go to someone's house and drink more until about 8am, engage in underhand bed theft (mwa ha ha! do not leave your beds unattended - they will be overrun with womens), attempt 2.5 hours sleep in a corset, get up, totter through the calls with kath looking like a pair of prostitutes and trying not to die a cobble related death, get to club, manage to drag 2 huge bean bags into the cloakroom, lie down quivering somewhat whilst the cleaners come in, receive visit from friends/investors and small squarking child, lie back down, die."
then it crosses over from ambitious to pure folly.
bah.
my own fault I know.
Nikkiboy et al were very amusingly drunk on saturday night - it was great to see them even if people did keep accidentally giving nikki real glasses not plastic. crash.
thankfully the work stuff went ok so only required a small quanity of stick poking. trip to manchestah for the nightmare before christmas on sunday was relatively painless - we didn't get lost or caught up in a zombie apocalypse. it was a pretty remarkable achievement, turning a stop frame animated film into a 3d version - the glasses were a tad clunky - I've kept mine in case I ever feel a need to dress up as eric morecomb at a fancy dress party. went to pizza hut afterwards. nom nom nom.
got back just in time for resonance. I think keef and adam have started having a competition about how many people they can scare out of the building. keef won but he had to resort to jazz to do so. as we all know jazz was banned as a weapon of war by the Geneva Convention then hes a big stinky cheat. bean bags went down well this weekend. apparently sitting on them whilst listening to some germans attacking a washing machine with a chainsaw and a cat is quite the done thing these days.
got a big letter off ankle girl's mother when I got in on saturday night. didn't put me in the best of moods. am feeling beleaguered and a little bewildered.
"go to flock, get down and get funky, get home, remove corset, sleep, get up and to the club by 11 to let the cleaners in"
with:
"go to flock, drink all the gin and tonics in the entire world, get down, get funky, get barefoot, go to someone's house and drink more until about 8am, engage in underhand bed theft (mwa ha ha! do not leave your beds unattended - they will be overrun with womens), attempt 2.5 hours sleep in a corset, get up, totter through the calls with kath looking like a pair of prostitutes and trying not to die a cobble related death, get to club, manage to drag 2 huge bean bags into the cloakroom, lie down quivering somewhat whilst the cleaners come in, receive visit from friends/investors and small squarking child, lie back down, die."
then it crosses over from ambitious to pure folly.
bah.
my own fault I know.
Nikkiboy et al were very amusingly drunk on saturday night - it was great to see them even if people did keep accidentally giving nikki real glasses not plastic. crash.
thankfully the work stuff went ok so only required a small quanity of stick poking. trip to manchestah for the nightmare before christmas on sunday was relatively painless - we didn't get lost or caught up in a zombie apocalypse. it was a pretty remarkable achievement, turning a stop frame animated film into a 3d version - the glasses were a tad clunky - I've kept mine in case I ever feel a need to dress up as eric morecomb at a fancy dress party. went to pizza hut afterwards. nom nom nom.
got back just in time for resonance. I think keef and adam have started having a competition about how many people they can scare out of the building. keef won but he had to resort to jazz to do so. as we all know jazz was banned as a weapon of war by the Geneva Convention then hes a big stinky cheat. bean bags went down well this weekend. apparently sitting on them whilst listening to some germans attacking a washing machine with a chainsaw and a cat is quite the done thing these days.
got a big letter off ankle girl's mother when I got in on saturday night. didn't put me in the best of moods. am feeling beleaguered and a little bewildered.
