Monday
Another 18th to go to. Much vodka was drank, I ended up in a right mess. Kicked a pint glass and ended up with a career ruining bruise on my toe. Had take away chicken, which was also a right mess. Not many details can be remembered here. I should really write things down.
Tuesday
Nothing to report, dear.
Wednesday
Met up with some very nice people. They are nice because they read this blog. Stuff was drank under special offers...this was actually on Monday, I think. Or the party was on Wednesday. Jesus wept.
Much interesting and humourous conversation was had. I enjoyed it greatly, no matter what day it was on.
Thursday/Friday
Could be fuck all, could have been the greatest two days of my life. No clue.
Saturday
Family was having a dinner party, so I naturally felt obliged to make myself scarce and bugger off to some other postcode and drink there.
"When will you be back?"
Never "Eleven."
Went to a friend's workplace for a few drinks. Let's call him Siber. He is not from Siberia. Then carried on to his house, without him as his shift ends far too late, for banter, kebabs and general conversation. Enjoyable and cheap. Like a prostitute from Feltham. Except the night was actually enjoyable.
That's my vague week. Also:
- Decided to become a stand up comedian and started writing and sharing jokes. Mixed reviews. I assume I'm funnier in normal conversation, so I need to find a way to bring that into my routine somehow. Answers on a postcard.
- I have just remembered that on Thursday, I saw The Hoosiers, let's call them The Hoosiers, at the iTunes festival. An abundance of children there, who all decided to mosh to "Goodbye, Mr A." Shambles. The support act, Diagram of the Heart, were also much better. So that's something. Look them up on FaceSpace.
- I fell in love with the BBC show, Sherlock. I would write about it in my television blog, but I feel that has more or less died after four posts and I cannot be bothered. Consider yourself lucky.
Rush Hour is awful. Accept it.
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