It was a fairly typical weekend with regard to drinking and dancing venues – but fairly untypical with regard to the drinking/dancing companions.
Had a long overdue reunion with my troubled friend Drummond on Friday night which was a damn sight more pleasant than our recent encounters. A nice, relaxing night in with the beers ensued before we headed out to Opium then Evol where there was a 100% B1K attendance, fantastic. I managed to get absolutely smashed, mostly due to the excitement of seeing one of my best mates again. Needless to say there was drunken dancing aplenty and the usual post-Evol visit to the pie-shop before heading back to the Manor to play guitar extremely badly.
Saturday was a mixed-bag. Woke up at around 11am just in time to see England win the Rugby World Cup – as soon as I realised the Johnny Wilkinson drop-goal was heading between the posts the remote control was in hand and it was off and that was that. I’ve nothing against the English team per se, only the media… and my head was already sore enough with my hangover.
The afternoon was spent playing guitar and waiting for Drummond to wake up, something that I thought would never happen – the boy can sleep, that is for sure. And then I had to get rid of him as we had to play a gig that night in The Venue meaning we had equipment to transport in the B1K transport vehicle of choice: the taxi. No vans for us boys… No, we choose to lug our gear into the back seats of taxis and transport ourselves to gigs the expensive way because we are so organised.
The gig was good fun though, we went on first at about 7.45 and played a half-hour set consisting of the usuals plus one new song. In hindsight we played a really good set considering we were all hungover to fuck.
Afterwards it was up to Southern Cross for Extra Width where I spent the majority of the night fighting off major fatigue. A cigarette or two helped me along the way and from there it was on to The Egg with various punters. Reasonable Egg night ensued with amusing chats with a variety of punters as well as the usual nonsense.
We decided to head back to Keiron’s for the post-club pish but realised we had no booze so I saved the day by getting a cab back to mine to pick up a bottle of gin and some tonic. Ended up having one of the most ridiculous late nights ever, leaving K’s at about 13.30 after talking pish all night and having absolutely no sleep.
Made it home to bed for about 14.30, slept till about 19.30, stayed up for one hour then back to bed and that was me till 08.15 Monday morning.
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