taking fire

Turns out the weekend was madder than I planned…

Thursday:

Things got off to a reasonable start on Thursday night with a sneaky little night out during which I took in a number of ‘trendy’ bars, ending up in the Opal Lounge. I was really hoping to bump into Swiss Tony there but he was nowhere to be seen. I shall endeavour to write a little about Swiss Tony on here soon, the man is a legend.

The night out was for Sarah, Australian girl who is friends with my Aussie flatmate Matt. She was sleeping on our living room floor for a wee while and is away to Croatia now I think so that brings the Aussie count in my flat back down to one, which is good.

Homeski for about 1am so damage inflicted wasn’t too severe.

Friday:

Reasonable day at work followed by some early-evening Half Life action. I’ve got myself a PC now which I purchased from Evesham and I’m pretty pleased with it. Half Life is the way by which I get back into gaming. It’s been nice knowing some of you.

Aaron came and visited later and and we sank some beers and played some guitar before heading out to The Venue… “What, no Evol?” I hear you ask. The night in question was not one, or two, but three club nights rolled into one, each on a floor of it’s own – Motherfunk and two others, though I forget what they were called. I’m assuming this has got something to do with September being a slow month – post-festival and pre-student-return maybe means less punters are out and about.

Good night was had by all although there was a severe lack of the fairer sex there. Every floor seemed to be crammed full of skinny white guys (Aaron and I included). Left at 3am and went home via the all-night bakery. Had a bridie and a steak pie. Had the chicken pie on Saturday afternoon for my lunch, mmmmm.

Saturday:

Spent the entire afternoon at home writing songs and fannying about recording CDs onto my new super-duper computer. Having any piece of my music collection available within seconds without having to find CDs and slam them in the player is a life-changing event. Especially when you’re playing the six-string. The fact that I can play along to Heartbreaker from Led Zep II and then seconds later play along to The Wanton Song from Physical Graffiti makes me almost as happy as the day I realised that you can actually buy clothes horses from Argos that are big enough to accommodate your weekly wash, rather than having to use a smaller one which is falling apart and frustrates you more as each week goes by.

Met Keiron later on and we had a bite to eat at Biblos which was ok (apart from those knives!) before heading on to Bamboo to drink lots of Kronenbourg. This seemed like a sensible move and I didn’t feel too bad until I got to The Egg and realised (or not as the case may be) that I was actually pretty fuckin pished. Uncle Eric showed up later on and before I knew it I was in top gear at maximum speed veering off the road.

A posse trooped back to Paul’s later on for the usual post-club drinks and I distinctly remember getting my ass kicked at Mario Kart by Keiron. Aaron help me out, how does Paul have Mario Kart? I didn’t think you could get it on the PS2…

I was one of the brave few remaining at about 7.30am before I fell asleep on the couch. I didn’t realise I’d actually fallen asleep and the next thing I know I’m in the bathroom. Obviously I’d gotten up and went to the toilet half-asleep. The last thing I’d remembered was sitting around with 4 or 5 people in the living room so I cannot describe the absolute terror I felt when I opened the bathroom door to see that everyone had disappeared… Paul was no longer sleeping on the couch, he’d gone to his bed! But I didn’t hear him and I’d only been in the bathroom for a couple of seconds… A quick check of the time showed it was actually 11am but this did not compute in my brain until a good five minutes later.

Staggered home, slept till 5.45pm on Sunday and got zero sleep on Sunday night.

A great weekend.