Well, how was my weekend? It was pretty good and also pretty shit. Friday night I popped out with my lead artist for a drink at my favourite pub in Beckenham, he lives in Beckenham too so if there isn't a valid reason for staying in bromley, it's best to fuck off to beckenham. Had a canny night, just nattering on about this that and the other, didn't really drink a lot. I got rambling on about consciousness and quantum theory later on, I should just shut up sometimes. Saturday was all a bit rushed as I had to get an earlier train through to Greenwich for the works Christmas do. Meeting at this quite outrageously cunty bar there, (the Inc Bar, even the name is cunty). My boss got the first round in (and EVERYONE was drinking Mojitios, possibly the cuntiest cocktail around) but after that we were on our own. Which was a little bit shit as about the cheapest drink was a 4:50 small glass of wine. Of course, it was far too classy a place to do fucking pints, why not have a piddly bottle of some shitty mexican beer with some fucking lime in? I mean, it was very smart and that but it was a twat palace. Even the staff were quite surly and then have the cheek to give you your change on a little silver plate, like I aint paying enough to being with. I got two drinks for 9 pound fucking 50 and out comes the change on a tray, and the cheeky twat even gives it as two fivers instead of a tenner, I'm guessing he was hoping I was going to leave a fiver tip or something. the whole idea of a bar is that I do the work in getting up to the bar, queuing and carrying the drinks back, therefore removing any kind of tipworthy actions. We headed off to the comedy club soon after and it was fucking brilliant. All the comedians were ace but especially the opening act (a fucking huge Aussie bloke) and the closing act. It was a great release to just be buckled with laughter for minutes at a time. Must be fucking terrifying doing it like, walking up in front of a bunch of pissed people like that. Some lads were trying to heckle and all the comedians knew exactly how to put them in their place. the Aussie fella just suggested a chat afterwards, I wouldn't have heckled him like, he was huge. There were some annoying hairdressers on the front row, with their token gay who just yammered away during it all, they had endless scorn poured on them by the comedians and they only packed it in when the bouncers threatened them a second time. We had a few drinks afterwards before people were heading back to the fucking inc bar, but I'd already had my fill so got a taxi back with the missus. Woke up the next day and felt horrific, really really hungover. Horrid head and nausea. I eventually managed a puke (which was mainly just acidy water) which helped a little but my head was still thumping. the missus looked after me so it was nice being looked after while feeling like that. I settled down to watch The Wrath of Khan (blimey, how big was Khans hair? He must have spent hours backcombing that number?), nice way to pass the day, chilling on the settee with wrath of khan. I even felt shit when I woke up t his morning, my tolerance to alcohol is at pathetic levels, but that's a good thing really. My body is just used to its 5 pints on a saturday these days, I only had about 8 at the do but fuck me, I felt dreadful. Don't do that again Graeme.
Anyway, I'll have to go as I have work to do (boooooo!) but I'll maybe manage more tomorrow. |
